I don’t chat a lot to people about this since it makes me sound horrible when I say it. But no matter what, I can’t seem to get my ex out of my head. Not because I love him. I hate him. I’m scared of him. When we were together, he sexually harassed and sexually assaulted me. I didn’t even know it was harassment or assault, I thought it was normal in the relationship. It was my first ever one. I was 13 nearly 14. He used to just call it ‘an accident’ whilst he kept touching the side of my breast with his arm wrapped specifically around my ribcage. He was possessive. Took me away from all my friends just so he could have me alone. He’d make constant comments about wanting to have sex with me. He kept blurting out about him being turned on by just thinking about me. He didn’t care that I am hypersexual, he didn’t care that I cut myself. He just wanted my body. He’s moved to Canada now. But I don’t know why I miss him after everything. What the hell is wrong with me. He fucking ruined me.