An open letter to my abuser:
Your worst fears are true. You are a failure. You aspired to be an actress, or, better yet, a trophy wife. And here you are, pushing 60, still working a 9 to 5. From party girl to pencil pusher, your personal hell encarnate. You made controlling the lives of others your entire persona because you can't control your own. You are the epitome of pathetic.
And here I am, free from you.
But I thank you for one thing. Because of you, I know how to fight. I know how to not back down in the face of the fiercest enemy. So thank you for being the monster under my bed, the demon in my closet, the rope that sought to hang me. Because of you, I will not be defeated by opposition.
The fight might not yet be over, but I am declaring my freedom. I've already won, you just don't know it yet.
















