As I check my phone,
I see your number pop up.
I am frozen.
My muscles clench, unsure of what’s happening.
You haven’t talked to me in years.
You ignored me.
Yet you expect my attention now.
You used me for my body,
Yet you want to see a picture of me now.
You called me ugly,
Yet now you see the beauty you tried to ruin.
You wish to meet me,
Yet you’re the one who left me in the park.
You’re the one who hit me.
You’re the one I thought was love.
But looking back,
You were so many things—
But none of them was a boyfriend.
You forced me to sleep with you.
You forced me to send pictures of myself.
You forced me to do drugs.
You forced me to love you,
Though you never loved me back.
To you, I was only one thing.
Your slave.
A slave who, if I left,
You would hunt down—
Beat,
And use again.
I could never be more than your *****
But no more.
I am better.
I am strong.
You helped shape who I am,
But I no longer need you in my life.
I never hope to see you again.
I hope you pay for what you’ve done.
For what you did to the baby.
You will never see my son again.
You weren’t at the hospital for his birth.
You almost killed him.
You almost killed me.
You almost killed yourself.
And I stopped you.
You wanted to meet in the park.
But you never showed up.
You never spoke to me again—
Until now.
And what you want from me,
I don’t know.
But I know I want nothing to do with you.
I begged for you.
I cried for days.
I waited.
And you never came back.
Until now.
But now…
Now the tables are turned.
You want me back in your life.
You want our son back in your life.
You want the love that drugs could never give you.
To that I say—
Never talk to me again.
The exact words you once told me.
Look how the tables have turned.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC
As I check my phone,
I see your number pop up.
I am frozen.
My muscles clench, unsure of what’s happening.
You haven’t talked to me in years.
You ignored me.
Yet you expect my attention now.
You used me for my body,
Yet you want to see a picture of me now.
You called me ugly,
Yet now you see the beauty you tried to ruin.
You wish to meet me,
Yet you’re the one who left me in the park.
You’re the one who hit me.
You’re the one I thought was love.
But looking back,
You were so many things—
But none of them was a boyfriend.
You forced me to sleep with you.
You forced me to send pictures of myself.
You forced me to do drugs.
You forced me to love you,
Though you never loved me back.
To you, I was only one thing.
Your slave.
A slave who, if I left,
You would hunt down—
Beat,
And use again.
I could never be more than your *****
But no more.
I am better.
I am strong.
You helped shape who I am,
But I no longer need you in my life.
I never hope to see you again.
I hope you pay for what you’ve done.
For what you did to the baby.
You will never see my son again.
You weren’t at the hospital for his birth.
You almost killed him.
You almost killed me.
You almost killed yourself.
And I stopped you.
You wanted to meet in the park.
But you never showed up.
You never spoke to me again—
Until now.
And what you want from me,
I don’t know.
But I know I want nothing to do with you.
I begged for you.
I cried for days.
I waited.
And you never came back.
Until now.
But now…
Now the tables are turned.
You want me back in your life.
You want our son back in your life.
You want the love that drugs could never give you.
To that I say—
Never talk to me again.
The exact words you once told me.
Look how the tables have turned.
