And going back to when things were better between us, when I opened up about everything

I don't think he ever truly listened to my problems. He just wanted me to follow his methods to "fix me."

I'm always the one to blame.

I'm always the one with the anger issues.

He was very special to me once.

My dream man was someone like my dad.

Now I hope my dream man is never like him.

Because every time I look at him, I remember the person I've become, the person I tried so hard not to let consume me, but it did anyway.