You said that the last time. You're not better, you'll never be better. I learned that with my own stupidity of going back. I have done more fun stuff, saved money, and lost weight in less than a month compared to the time I have been with you and your toxic relationship. I don't have to worry about scrounging for money just for a polar pop, I can afford a sub if I wanted and still have $30-40 by the next paycheck, and that's while going to the movies or an amusement park earlier that same week. I have seen 3 movies this month; three. I have gone to the beach. I indulged in German chocolate cake and mango vodka (didn't get drunk).
What have I got from you? You took my virginity away along with my valuables, the trailer my grandfather bought with his money, you terrorized any cat we had, which I was able to save and find a home for Bobby; a loving home where he is not beaten with a broom or cane. He is not starved for being rightly afraid of you. He's going to have a happy life. Now do you have any idea how hard it was to let him go? He was my baby. I loved him dearly. I'll never see him again. But I did what was best for him.
I moved in with you as an unbearably naive 21 year old girl. I had so many videogame consoles collected from my childhood. I leave as an intelligent, strong 25 year old woman. You took my possessions, but you'll never take me back.