Hardest Year?

I happened upon his Facebook page, wherein, for Thanksgiving, he says he's had the hardest year ever.

That he's thankful for his friends and family. How fortunate.

I'm not being sarcastic. I truly mean it - I'm happy that he had those to help him through his difficulties.

But I completely resent being the reason behind his "hardest year" and how there is nothing - hasn't been anything - from him or his friends or his family to acknowledge the pain and anguish I have gone through for that same period of time.

It makes him that much more of a "them."

It makes "them" that much more of a "them."

It makes me afraid to show my face.... he boasts about being taken care of when he was sick? I babied him because that's what he was when he was sick: a baby. Oh, so typical of the male species. A baby. Even if it was just a headache.

I took care of him. I made sure he had clothes; made sure he ate; made sure he had everything he needed.

I wasn't enough and poor, poor him...well.... now he's the luckiest man in the world.

Good for him.

But he's a liar and a fake.

Hard year? HARD YEAR?!

Try flashbacks and therapy for the hundreds of times you were physically, sexually, physically, emotionally and mentally violated and invaded by your parents, step parents and countless strange men. Try doing this with NO SUPPORT FROM THE MAN WHO SWORE TO LOVE YOU FOREVER!

Hard year?!

You don't KNOW HARD, YOU ASSHOLE!

You took EVERYTHING from me! EVERYTHING!!!!

No sentimentality was left. You yanked it away, like candy from a baby, without even looking back and then, you threw it to the ground, stomped on it and said, "So what? You're just crying for show!"

No words.......there are no words....

no words

Just no words.

It's my hope that I make friends that are truer than the friends you have. Fairer. More honest and more REAL.

I will.

For now, you paralyze me. I am paralyzed because of what you did to me. I will never forget.