You met me when I was 16. You’re 24 years old now. You know about my trauma, you know about my problems with dissociation, you have a boyfriend of your own, and yet you still spent years grooming me to do and say whatever you want, to let you try to plan my life for me by getting me to move across the world to a country with no safety net and isolate me from everything I know, by talking about how you loved me and wanted to marry me, all while putting on a show for everyone else pretending that you’d never get involved with someone so young and keep it secret. You sent me your porn blog and told me you’d been  thinking I would be into shit like hypno porn the entire time you’ve known me, when I was a minor for almost that entire time. You wanted to groom me to be into being a hypno slave so you could get me to join your cult and get special treatment from your master. You told me you and your boyfriend were both poly and he would come along, and you didn’t care if he did anyways, when it clearly hurts him. You’ve admitted you love controlling people, said I had an impressionable mind that would accept anything you told me, talked about what drugs you wanted me to take so you could make me into the mindless toy you want me to be, so I could perfectly fit into your cult. But then, all of a sudden, I talk to your boyfriend about what you were saying to me, and I tell you I’m gonna ask my friend what she thinks of how you treat me, and now you’re sorry? Now you’ve realized you fucked up? After two years of grooming me, all it took to understand how evil this all is was the chance that I wouldn’t lie for you and protect you anymore? Now I’m weird and gross because I couldn’t delete the feelings I had for you after you talked about wanting to marry me, the feelings you groomed me to have, because people are finding out about what you do? And all of this just because I wouldnt go to america

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