I'm here, contemplating what ran through your mind when you decided to reach out. Now let me be frank, it was a very simple act. You did no call me or text me in an attempt to rekindle whatever it was we had - no... you did something far more insignificant, you added me on Facebook.

Now, to the average onlooker, this would not seem strange. Facebook was meant to be a platform for connecting and so on, but they weren't there. They did not suffer trauma at your hands. They did not have moments of dysmorphia or manic episodes from triggers as a direct result of your assaults. They wouldn't/couldn't know.

Unfortunately, you didn't leave visible scars. No “real" divots along my skin as you assaulted me over and over again. Don't leave a scar - no bruising, no actual breaks... so tell me why I felt shattered? Explain to me in explicit detail why you thought now would be an ideal time to reconvene? It is apparent that you did not feel remorse for the pain you not only put me through, but handfuls of others. So explain this all to me, please?

I did add you on Facebook, not because I felt obligated to, nor do I want to rectify our friendship... or whatever the hell it was. No, see I wanted to see where you were. I wanted to look closely at your life and thank all of the stars in the sky for removing you from my life.

I know that isn't what you wanted to hear from me. I know all too well that you would like to relight the flame to our bond, but I so desperately sawed it off of my body when you left... I couldn't bare you attempting to reattach.

I will always love you, that's probably the worst part - loving you despite the abuse. Of course it isn't the same now, as we are not the same people. I am no longer that girl you remember.

So abuser, in the face of everything that has perspired, we still grew. I wish you nothing but happiness, and perhaps this time we’ll both find it. In the end,

I am strong.

I am a leader.

I am brave.

I am a survivor

But most importantly, I am free.