DM (Delusional Male, remember?) knew something was up, yet he still tried to stop me, stifle me, undermine and vilify me. I had retreated upstairs, full of fierce joy, a roiling, triumphal mix of rightness, release and redress. I was going to make up for all the shit I’d eaten, swallowed down, words unsaid, arguments walked away from. Every slight, inju…
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