Spent an hour and half half in bed crying and writing a letter in my head to my ex about her calling me “he” on Monday and laughing at and criticizing my outfit on Tuesday, and asking her why she hates me so much, why she just wants to hurt me. I’ll never send it. But I wish I at least understood. All I ever did was love her with kindness and compassion. And all I ever wad to her was the thing she tied up to her emotional whipping post. Why?