I went from a love interest to a statistic, and that's when you decided I was too much. You analyzed your data, and determined my pros were not cost effective to my cons.

One in four women are be abused.
A relationship with a survivor becomes unbearable.
It's a constant battle.

You compared me to other survivors in various stages of healing. I was not allowed to be a full representation of my own numbers. I became one of many that to you shared a singular predetermined path. To you I was a war that reaped no benefits.

I could've been so many different outcomes. I had the possibility of infinitely beautiful paths but you confined me to a desolate one.