From an early age I knew that controlism was a bad thing. It was included in hatred of almost all isms. I learned from my parents that a controlling relationship was not a happy one, and it was not safe or healthy. At the age where I could comprehend what manipulation and control were I promised myself that I would never involve myself in a relationship involving any of the mentioned characteristics. I also know that no one has control over my emotions. No one has the right to make me feel less than I am with out my consent. I vowed never to let that happen.

Now I am hiding behind corners when I see her approaching. I run from the person she made me. I hate myself because she made me cry, more than once. I hate that I fell for her. I hate that I woke up one morning and realised that I wasn't happy, and then realised why. I hate that I didn't see her for what she really was. She did what she did to so many other people, and I didn't even see it coming. I suppose hindsight really is 20/20.

So now, I am walking away. I'm never going back. I don't need the aggravation. I don't need the abuse. I don't need anything from her, and I have nothing for her. She will never again make me feel any emotion at all. She has lost control.