He tapped his cheek, then looked at me impatiently. I gasped for air and hugged myself tightly as cold realization sucker-punched me. He’s just like my stepfather. Why have I kept him around? He’s not even nice to me.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment,” I said calmly, narrowing my eyes at him as I pointed to the door.
“What?”
“You heard me. Get out. We’re done. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
“Fucking crazy bitch,” he muttered as he stood up.
He walked out and I slammed the door behind him, then quickly locked it. Relief rushed over me, not only for realizing how wrong David was for me, and that I was only continuing the abuse I grew up with, but for finally standing up for myself to my mother.
It was time for me to push away the nightmares and move on. It was time for me to finally live my own life.