i remember the exact moment he stopped breathing, laying in that hospital bed as his lungs filled. i remember the day i said goodbye to someone and i remember how he called me a whore. i remember the time i thought i would never stop gasping for air after she told me of how he had molested me. i remember losing my job and seeing everything i’d worked so hard for in question. i remember her telling me i was a mean little girl. i remember his choosing another over me. i remember being left, lost, abandoned, forgotten. i remember how thin i’d been my whole life and how he said how he hated his fat wife. i remember finding out about the cancer through a friend of a friend of a friend. i remember the day i realized i would never dance professionally. i remember how alone i was feeling, how confused, how…


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