Truly and honestly despondent to the point of tears & lack of comment, thinking abt how much Marlena hated me at the end of our relationship. What would have happened if we had broken up at one of the few natural conclusions to our relationship. She fucking hated me: I don’t think she would’ve been able to articulate her feelings as hate, but they absolutely were, and five years later I am still spiraling with guilt and grief.
I think more than anything, she was a lesbian, a women-loving-woman, in a relationship with a non-woman...more than anything else that was our fatal flaw.
I am consumed w grief abt this regularly. I miss her so much, even if I recognize how senselessly cruel she was to me bc she hated me. I wish one of the adults in my life could have pulled me from her. It’s crazy that none of the adults in either of our lives put their foot down.
I hope, desperately, if I live long enough to see my own kid enter a similarly unhealthy relationship, that I have the courage to be the bad guy: that I have the courage to say “break up and come home, or else.” I would have listened I think if my dad had forced me into inpatient or had forced me to have a summer away...I think I would’ve figured it out. As it was, he kicked me out, which made me *dependent* on her.
We were so young and she hated me so much. I don’t know why she stayed. I know why I did, but I don’t know why she did. Snd it’ll haunt me for forever














