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March 12, 2015

Last updated on January 19, 2026

My (ex)husband made me cry.

Brought me to tears.

Held me down forcefully.

Dared me to succeed.

Cursed my name, my existence, and the breath I breathed.

He watched me try to commit suicide and did nothing.

He kept me weak.

He was a curse,

a reality that I had no friend or security in him,

EVER.

#comingOutOfTheCloset


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