My bunny,

How does it feel?

Do you taste it on your tongue? The fear, the shame?

You know what I'm talking about you sick dog.

Did you have fun ruining me?

Do you get it yet, how cruel and vile you were to me?

You were so incredibly emotionally manipulative that when you left, you made ME feel crazy for loving you. You made me sick!

I'm not taking responsibility for what you did to me.

I was vulnerable and you knew this.

I hope you taste the horror of what you did to me in the back of your throat.

I hope you are crying.

I hope you are okay.

I hope you get help.

I hope I never have to look in your eyes again but I know I will have to. I know I will be disgusted and horrified every time I do.

I never even told my mom what you did to me, that's how normal I thought it was. Next thing you know you left and I couldn't figure out who I was or what I was.

I gave everything to you and now I know that that was my fault.

Get well soon - xx "beebs" (good lucky with the problems you've built up for yourself)