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Evil Ex Boyfriend #7

pre-pre-final, I have two more and then the series will be complete.

Two months of butterflies and ugly lies
You turned so quickly I was speechless
You became someone I wish I never knew
Because you were no longer… you
You became some evil kind of thing
I can't compare you to a monster 
Because you did things
That made my heart no longer want to beat
You became something much worse
When you got bored, and desperate
Bored and desperate to regain control
Because you helped build me into a stone
You just couldn't handle my new found attitude tone
Because I was doing everything a fiance should do
But you were always too busy 
ignoring me and on your phone
You built me up so well, that I became a wall
I started to take matters into my own hands
When you and I could start fighting on demand
You built me up…just to tear me down and watch me fall
How could you just walk out of the door 
And get in your vehicle and drive off?
I don't know anyone around here, I have no one to call
You started to lose compassion, 
And I became too independent, and too confident
I became a Queen, and too powerfully dominant
You didn't like it, so you started making threats
There were days and nights you did things 
To me that I wish I could just simply forget
You have turned out to be one my most hateful regrets
I never gave up your name or information
So I'll never get the satisfaction of any kind of justification
And that's fine because what you did to me
Was out of this world! You started abusing me!
Mentally, emotionally, verybally, physically, and sexually!
You did things to me that shouldn't be anywhere close
To a woman's reproductive organs. But you didn't care
You took whatever you could find and stuck it inside of there
That's when I started to wish I never went there
Because the things you did to me was far from fair
You made me wear wigs when I told you why I didn't want hair
I can't believe you went to the extreme of doing what you did
The mental bruises were becoming visual, 
As my skin around my legs started turning purple
Shampoo bottles, brushes… well… even things that you eat!
After that I wanted to stop eating completely
As I was all alone, all by myself, I didn't have any kind of support
For 5 months I was trapped in this mans house
And for 3 months out of those 5 months, I was tortured
I was always naked, forced to go to bed without a blouse
Only so he could pretend to love me when no one was there
He knew what he was doing, he needed to witnesses
So that if I ever told, there'd be no case, just absences
I finally got away when I went back to my original hometown
But since I've been here everything's gotten even worse
Because it won't be long before my mom leaves in a hearse
I swear I've got a streak of bad luck, I must be cursed
I have been through a lot and I have survived a lot
I am a victim, no more, as I am a newfound warrior!
And I'm happily married now, and the torture is over!!

Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/27/2025

 

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Raechel Rae

BRAVE ENOUGH TO SURVIVE..BRAVE ENOUGH TO SHARE YOUR STORY..IM SORRY THIS HAPPEND TO YOU...GOD IS JUST AND SOMEDAY OUR TORMENTORS WILL BE FOREVER TORMENTED 🖤🖤🖤

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Stephanie A. Ludwig

Thank you so much for this comment 😊 I truly appreciate your support and kindness ❤️ 🙏 

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