Written March 10, draft.
Published May 1, still incomplete.
I hurt him beyond repair. He wounds me back. His wounds are bigger than mine, their power stronger. I am the wronger.
I am an unforgivable useless human. Deserving lifeliesness. Undeserving of happiness.
He is hurt beyond belief, but so too is my right to hurt him back.
Conversations about rights and winning and losing and not a conversation but a fight.
Of eating disorders and love and loss and trauma and who is more right and less right and bulimia.
Of who punches harder, who is hurt more, who values who most.