You have ruined my life, even though you got yours back on track. The worst part is that you refuse to take responsibility the horrific abuse you put me through. And you have everyone dancing around your sick narrative. And I'm just a whining little bitch, because I'm a man, and I should just man up, right?

I have nowhere left to turn, my friendships are gone. Ive distanced myself from my family because of what you and my brother did. I don't trust people anymore. I don't trust my own decisions anymore. Doubt and fear covers everything I do.

For you to say my tinitus is a spiritual awakening is so fucking dumb. You fucking hit me in the head and gave me hearing damage you dumb fuck.

I just tried to convey to you that while you had accused me of financially blackmailing you (you had your own debit card, so wtf), it was actually you who had drained me of everything. Every ounce of money I had tucked away is gone, except the ONE thing thats untouchable. Just enough to bury me, I hope.

But what did you do? You scoffed and acted like I just said you bilked me out of millions. And you did what you set out to do. You disrupted my thoughts and I stumbled on my words. And when I called you out on that and demanded to be heard, you gave me that look. That "Oh, this should be good" look. That "I can't wait to tear you down point by point look."

I told you I don't feel safe and you walked off. I'm still shaking. You have instilled so much fear into me. You have no idea. Or maybe you do and you just don't care.

You are in the process of deleting me from your life. But you havent kicked me out because of how that would make YOU feel. Because then everyone would see how brutal you are.

I feel like Im not enough of anything to be of use to anyone. I'm done with relationships because I fear that I'll just find another you. All my hopes ans dreams are shattered, like the bong you threw at my head in your stupid drunken rage.

I'm not dead, but I am dead inside. And you're the killer.