The Victim, The Abuser, and The Survivor

I can’t pinpoint exactly when he came into my life. I can’t even tell you why I let him in, or why it took me so long to kick him out. All I really know is that he abused me, he abused those I care about, and now that he’s gone I see him for what he really was; A scared abusive man trying to make it in a world he had no business existing in.

I know he emerged during my childhood. I imagine at some point we were good friends who did everything together. We’d play with our cousins, and friends who lived on our street. We’d do boy things, and girl things. Things…

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