Erased.

It dawned on me on my drive home today.

I don't hate him anymore.

I don't ANYTHING him anymore. He's like a bad case of food poisoning I had a long time ago - I don't remember anything about what it felt like to be with him, only what it felt like afterwards, when I had to rebuild. It took a year for me to be able to feel right again.

All I feel is that despite his best attempts, he didn't break me. He didn't win.

Not another tear, ever again. Not another irrational fear due to the past, ever again. I erase him.