What you did fucked with me so badly I didn't want to talk about it for years. But it's been a while, and I'm still fucked in the head from it so here it goes. Maybe your to batshit crazy to actually comprehend what I'm saying at all, but honestly this is more for me than you so here it goes.
The shit you used to make me do wasn't cool.
The way you made me feel I had to do those things in order to protect my brother wasn't cool.
I already had problems before you came along, and the things you forced me to do confused me and fucked with my head to this day.
I was still sexually developing, I was a virgin actually, and had never experienced physical sexual things as it was except from my cousin who sexually abused me and I was still trying to recover from that,
But what you did was metaphorically take a hammer and smash it into the skull of someone who was just finally crawling out of a hole after trying to scale out of it for ten years, and then throw them back into that hole.
My marriage is struggling because I have flashbacks of what happened with you, and also her.
When my husband texted other women in the past and sent them sexual messages, my reaction was dire and I didn't function for weeks because it reminded me of what happened with you and my ex
If you just did shit with my ex and had him cheat with you in a normal way and let me let go and move on it would be fine. I would have gotten over it.
But the way you dragged me and tortured me on and on, and made it impossible for me to let go at that time, and forced me to do those things was fucking vile and malicious
My autism also made me less emotionally mature than my peers at that time, and I had a harder time understanding my own emotions as it was and you were also fucked because you were far older than me and I had just turned 18, giving you even more of the upper hand. You were old enough to be my mother, and you did that shit to me
It is possible I am permanently warped and fucked further in the head because of your blackmail, and the things I had to do to protect the people I loved, and the heartbreak, confusion, conflict, humiliation, and pain from that echos even today.
And, I hate you.
But even more I hate myself
Maybe if I be direct and stop beating around the bush and finally say it, it will go away
If you are going to steal someone's boyfriend then you are a bitch,
But if you force someone to masturbate to you stealing their boyfriend when they just want to move on, you are a vile and sick motherfucker who has a special place in hell