I talked to him.
It was like two puzzle pieces falling into place seamlessly.
I knew it wasn’t good to see my demon.
But I’m struggling to figure out my life, and where I fit in this world.
When I was with him, everything was controlled.
I didn’t have to think, I was a slave to his mind.
Now I’m stranded.
There is no outlet, no one to worry about besides myself.
Why can’t I let him go?
The goal of me seeing him was to say why I really left.
Those words collapsed around me in an instant when he walked into that coffeeshop.
“Can we go somewhere else?” His voice dripped with worry and anxiety.
I was envious to catch every drop.
“Sure” I said with anticipation. How could I be talking to him right now?
Everything I worked for, to battle against laid its arms down. I was controlled by his eyes.
We walked to a different spot. And as the conversation unfolded, I felt myself being trapped. 
His fast talking, excuse giving mouth for everything wouldn’t let me say a word in.
That was when I realized.
I saw right through him like glass.
I realized he was a glass ceiling, and I was about to shatter him with my words of courage.
I wasn’t afraid to use the words rape, abuse, and manipulation to his face anymore.
I looked into those dark sultry eyes and realized I was better than him.
No matter how much I struggled then, I did nothing wrong. 
He had an excuse for everything thrown at him, as if he was a catcher in a baseball game but had no glove.
He was shattering right in front of me. I could feel the smirk on my face and knew I won.
I’ll admit, I opened up to him during that conversation like in the old days.
We cried at the end and he tried to hold me, playing with my hair and kissed my head.
But I felt nothing. It was an emptiness that I didn’t know existed for someone else.
His power over me was gone in that instant. I knew that I was stronger than he will ever be.
He didn’t deserve me then, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve this conversation.
When he left my car I could breathe for the first time, like I was held underwater for too long.
His accusations during that conversation rained on me, but I had my own umbrella.
I dodged each raindrop of hurt he tried to soak me in.
And as he walked away crying, I sat there smiling to myself. Knowing that I was a warrior.