Apparently I broke up with my horrifically abusive ex on this day seven years ago. It feels like forever ago as things have been so much better for me ever since then.

It's still something hard to talk about, and like, I still have this fear lurking in the back of my mind that she'll find some way back into my life if I even mention her.

But that fear is heavily faded, I've recovered. I've become everything I wasn't allowed to be, and I'm happy and healthy.

Tbh, her discovering that attacks on my masculinity were the most effective tactic for breaking me down were probably what really implanted the whole "Wow I really don't like being a guy" thought in my head.

So really this is the anniversary of the best broken bone I've ever received. Bar none. :P