
As you’re already aware my first draft has been completed. I quickly began the editing process and writing my 2nd draft not long afterward. The first three letters have been very smooth with one of them almost bringing me to Happy Tears.
Now I’m at the Fourth Letter and it just brings me so much mental drainage to even reread. Every time I reach a new topic I am utterly disgusted. Not even in my Ex, but in my own personal decisions while dating him.
I was weak.
I was too forgiving.
He could have got away with murder.
I’m almost embarrassed for my younger self.
This relationship was the beginning of me losing my identity to a man. I began putting their needs, their reputation, their desires, all before mine. I began making all decisions for the betterment of him, not myself, not even for us.
Why didn’t I believe my soul had importance anymore?
This is the Climax.
Love,
London @londonfbby




