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Abusive Relationships
He Silenced Me
I don’t know if I want to go back to who I was
“You aren’t over your ex yet. You will be when you get divorced. It wasn’t until the day my divorce was finalized that I got over my ex,” she said matter-of-factly.
Great. Very wisdomy.
I stopped sipping my passionfruit gin and lemonade and placed it on the table between us. She continued to ramble on.
“There’s something about getting that final paperwork completed. You will change your mind after that.”
What fuckery is this?
I gave a half-assed nod and sighed under my breath.
The other one sat next to me piped up, “You just need to give it a shot. Maybe it will help you get your confidence back if you go and talk to him.”
Or I’ll just lose a few dozen brain cells.
Both of their eyes flickered to the bar where a group of four men stood talking, well shouting. They all wore football jerseys, were knocking back beers like they were shots, and made comments on each woman’s appearance as they entered the bar.
Dickless weasels.
When my two friends and I had entered the bar ten minutes earlier, the tallest, loudest one had made some…
