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“He wouldn’t touch me or kiss me. I was taking three, four showers a day at the end, brushing my teeth constantly. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. And you know what my therapist said? She said it’s a form of abuse. That he was purposely lowering my self-esteem.”
“You know what’s so dangerous about drowning?” I said, looking up at him. “It’s silent. So unless someone’s paying close attention to you, no one saves you.”
Because I wasn’t drowning here with him. I was drowning two hours away from here, alone.
It’s amazing how someone can touch you, even if you only know them for a moment in time. How they can change you, alter you indelibly.
