aiseirigh's Journal

      It's over with my boyfriend. I woke up this morning a little bruised and sore with an anger that I've never felt towards anybody in my life before. When I was in rehab, I made the promise to myself that I would NEVER allow any man to touch me in a vile way again. Ever since I was fourteen years old, I have allowed men to solely use me for their sexual pleasure and/or as their verbal or physical punching bag. It never really seemed to matter to me before because I was high and/or drunk throughout most of those relationships. In fact, the only reason why I was in any of those relationships was because it made it easier to drink and use. When my now ex-boyfriend tried to apologize, I lost it and told him to f*&k off and die. I could have handled it better of course. I'm just sick of his lies, his excuses, and even his face. I called his bluff. I finally snapped.