I am not broken, I was not glued back together.
I lost part of me with him, I lost a lot of what made me who I am,
There were a lot of pieces of me that were removed,
and he filled those then empty spaces with who he wanted me to be.
It’s kind of like trying to fit pieces of one puzzle into a different one and pushing and pushing until it fits just enough to hold.
In order to heal, I had to identify which pieces were the ones that he shoved into me and remove them.
Then go on a hunt and find the pieces of MY puzzle and put them back where they belong.
He did not break me. I was never really “broken”, but rather…missing pieces.
But I found them. I removed his pieces and I found mine and I put my puzzle back together again.