The last thing he ever said to me was “I question the authenticity to the ‘horrors’ you describe as having happened to you.”
We broke up 3 months ago and I saw him for the first time today. Just walked past me, 3 seconds all up. It left me fucked for the rest of the day. I didn’t think someone who loved me, brought me into his home to meet his family, could deny the existence of my struggle in such a malicious way.
I feel like an idiot for still loving him.