Cindy

Because this man keeps telling me I am.

And...

No, it was just a very normal reaction to the situations that I was in.

But I'm really grateful that I went and did that because I got a lot out of it.

He did me a favour in that sense.

I made the report later that day once I was home and I'd had some time to

just, yeah, decompress a bit more in my own space.

And I had a detective message me back, I think, two days later.

And they were, you know, suggesting safety measures that should be taken considering that he has house keys of mine and all these things to do.

And it was getting quite real.

I was getting quite...

overwhelmed with it all, all while thinking so deeply about what had happened while I was sleeping.

I sent him one more message and I just said, I just need to know how many times it happened.

And...

The way he responded is something that I personally feel like was the worst thing that happened in the five years.

Words that he wrote to me in response to me, just asking how many times it happened, they almost completely destroyed me.

And, yeah, I don't know how I even got past that.

He attacked every part of my being.

So I spent a couple hours like on the floor in a bad place and then I don't know what came over me, but I just went, fuck it, if you're going to talk to me like that, I will show everyone how you talk to me.

So I just posted screenshots of the emails on my Instagram because...