Adea
I didn’t need him to tell me he wasn’t a good person. I knew he wasn’t. I’ve always known he wasn’t. A small part of me hoped he wasn’t all bad but I knew better. Everything that had happened today, everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve found out didn’t matter. It didn’t change anything.
I hate him. I’ve always hated him. Over the course of a year, I sometimes wondered if he regretted any of the things he’d done to me. I never thought I’d have the chance to ask him face-to-face because I had been determined to stay as far away from him as possible.
On top of that, he just confirmed that he didn’t regret any of it. Of course, he didn’t care that he was selfish. I should have already known that he didn’t think about the effects his abuse would have on me.
