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Last night, after Ian left, I pushed my books away needing a moment to breathe. For what reason would he demand I have his ring at all time. How obnoxious and controlling and-

Damn it.

I understand having it on for public events and so on but even in school and at home? Why?

I didn’t want to, it would be a constant reminder and I already have enough as it is.

He took my home, and my Beatle and- It’s like he’s bulldoze into my life and trying to make me do things his way.

A surge of emotion stirs in my stupid chest spreading a bitter taste across my tongue.

I was… hurt.

From this texts and then talking to his on the phone, a part of me began to see him as human. He knew emojis for goodness sake.

I’d begun to humanize him.

I thought we were beginning to find common ground. And maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

What the hell was I expecting? He canceled my dorm application just to keep me under his thumb and here I was humanizing him.

Stupid, freaking stupid.

Well thanks to him fo