it has been a long time.  Since the last time I spoke with you I have left her. She was abusive, and I was so submissive. I liked it though, she would hit me and berate me, make me do things to humiliate me, but I liked it, becauase ever so often I would get just a smidgen of enjoyment, and that would make me keep coming back.

      But it finally reached a point. i reached a point. I quit. I gave up. I overcame. I told her off. She didnt even care. Didnt look at me. Didnt turn around. Just stood there back turned and ignored me. And I ran. Oh I fucking ran and have tripped looking back. But with my scraped knees I have overcome. 

     With day anew I look to the rain clouds with pleasure. I will eventually stop crying.