None of it was real.

He broke up with you because you wouldn’t stop accusing him of shit.

Your [//familymember.title_redacted] is right. You are delusional.

I changed my phone background to keep my brain focused on what it needed to remember: that He wouldn’t hurt me. Despite months of direct and indirect evidence being so clear to me, on every front my intuition was being squashed: He assured me as my partner I was incorrect, He was getting angry as my former-partner when I wouldn’t let it go, the people at the loony bin would tell me every day my brain was inventing things, and my family was calling me delusional and telling me that it was my accusations that probably drove Him away.

I would weep from grief. I would weep from not knowing what was Truth. I would weep from the idea that everything I experienced months ago truly was done by Him or at his behest. What would those implications be?

I shouldn’t think like that.

And yet, I stayed vigilant in my pursuit of truth. The cost of not doing so I couldn’t fathom, but it all pointed to the absolute worst sentence I could think: