After two years of rebuilding the self-esteem that you slowly, and completely destroyed over the four-plus years you and I lived together, I finally felt confident enough to start dating again. Sadly, in the run up to make sure I'm a responsible single person, my STD results came back positive for HSV. Thank you for yet another gift that I'll carry for the rest of my life. It wasn't enough that I was ostracized for vocalizing my thoughts. It wasn't enough that I had to lie to my friends and coworkers about all the bruises. It wasn't enough that I carry the scars of your abuse on my back to this day. It wasn't enough that you ran me out of my neighborhood with the aid of your friends. You needed one last encore to be sure that I'll never forget you. So, thank you for everything you did to make me the person I am today. I'll forever be forged by the hell you put me through and I'll never be that weak again.
The Last Encore?
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