You spent years destroying me. Even as I type this out, I am far away from where you are currently but I can still feel the mixture of anger and fear and hatred coursing through me, setting my nerves on fire so that even as I type away at the keys of my keyboard I can feel it all boiling, tingling in my fingers.
You are the worst. You are disgusting, abusive, and toxic trash who never did anything for me but make me feel worthless and useless, even though you used me for your own sick games and enjoyment. Do you enjoy it now, knowing that despite all you tried to paint me out to be, despite how you tried to convince her I was unstable, I am the stronger one because I have finally risen up against you? You ruined me for years, and I am just now, at the age of nineteen, realizing that you are too dangerous for me to deal with anymore; that you were always dangerous.
You know what you did. You know exactly what you did. And I hate you because you don’t show remorse for any of it. I hate you because you continued to be abusive, and you proved to me that you got enjoyment out of being abusive. You were supposed to protect, not destroy. And yet you did the latter.
Dear person I hate, I will never forgive you. I am a forgiving person, but after what I suffered through underneath you, for so many years, you are not worth my time or forgiveness. Good riddance.