Dear X,

IDON’T use your name any more. You don’t deserve that respect. Saying your name causes my stomach to twist, my hands to clench, the hurt to rise. But guess what? You haven’t killed me. I’m still alive. You’ve damaged me massively and I will never be the same again. But you will not drive me down any more. You will not manipulate me into the deadness of depression again; you will not make me crave death!

It’s been a journey through hell with you, you who promised to love and cherish me. I still struggle mentally, I hurt, I fear, I cry, but I am free of you. You’ve lost the fame. Now, my energy is for me and those who love and help me through your evil abuse. I’ve blocked your calls. The only link now is email. I don’t rise to your manipulators, your false concern and your threats. I see you for what you are. In 2023 I can end all contact with you.

I have a future again. I have hope and happiness I thought was lost forever. I have our beautiful children. I understand so much more about myself and human fragility. Should I be grateful to you for that? I think not. Oh, and would you mind if I told the world how you drank so much champagne on our wedding night, you wet the bed?

Briseadh agus bru ort Name and address with Editor