Do you know it hurts?
I want to forgive you and love you again. I want to forget all the ways I was disrespected, the ways I was stretched. But forgiveness won't change a person. I know this, but there were days I couldn't help myself. I've torn my heart in order to give pieces to you when you needed them. I can see the good in you. I want to believe in you, but as I touch that wound, I reopen the memories. It's far from mending. There's no comfort in going back to you.
I need to heal on my own. I won't heal with my oppressor.