I hate it when you’re in a really bad, head-fucky relationship that is so bad it shakes you to your core.  Like, you start to re-evaluate everything in your life.  You think that every choice you’ve made is bad and you really start to question your own sanity.  Not in some cutesy way, but to the extent that you’re seriously looking up every DSM code you can find because you are convinced you’re nuts.

After all, it can’t be the other person?  Can it?

Then the other person does something so batshit crazy that virtually EVERYONE you know is coming up to you and telling you that they are, indeed, the crazy one.  It’s really not you.  It’s really not all in your head.  The other person does some fucked up, sick,  psychotic, hurtful and cruel shit.  And they’ve all seen it.  You’re not the one who has embarrassed herself.  It’s the other person.  You behaved about as well as could be expected in the situation.

And that, my friends, is vindication.  That is a situation where you realize who is important and who truly cares.

And this is when I honestly think I can forget her and her bullshit.  Her and the pain she’s caused me.  Her and her hateful mindfuck bullshit.  And I can finally move on.  I can finally date or have a one night stand without feeling racked with guilt that it might be too painful for her.  I can get through hours – and I know I’ll be able to soon get through days and weeks – without thinking about everything that has happened and how she ripped out my heart.

I honestly feel like I have my life back again.

Goodbye.

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