The End Of Something

Just got my breakup finalized after six years together. He was obsessed with control, wouldn't let anything go his own way until it was too late. One night when I finally had the courage to leave, he offered a last fling as some kind of twisted goodbye. It felt so wrong and yet... cathartic in a sick sort of way. I don’t know why I went along with it or what that says about me, but there's no going back now.