As I tried to start writing, I always got overwhelmed by the feeling of not wanting to remember.
I started by writing about Ben. About how he treated me. About how he neglected me. But then halfway through, I couldn\’t do it. I was somewhat ashamed, embarrased even. I didn\’t want to remember. I didn\’t want to recall the awkwardness.
The things that I didn\’t want to retell because it wasn\’t me in the best light. A reason for my self-centeredness, perhaps.
It\’s strange considering how I would publicly annouce to the world but what he or she violated me. A few years ago.