My abuser was actually my father. He was sexually, emotionally, and mildly physically abusive my whole life. When I was 14, he stopped talking to me completely. When I was 15, he left, and my mom gathered the courage to tell him he can't come back. I never had the chance to tell him what a piece of shit he was and that is what killed me. I needed him to know. At 16, I wrote him a 5 page long letter of all the ways he hurt me and how it impacted me, and I emailed it to him. He replied, "I don't feel a need to respond to this," but I didn't care. For the first time, I got to speak without fear and I told him how I dealt. I know that he has to live his life knowing what he did to me. Yet he doesn't have any power over me. I'm healthy, I'm happy, and though I hate him and everything he's done, I don't carry hate in my heart. I'm trusting of people, I love deeply, and I know I'm worthy of love. He didn't ruin me. He's just an asshole, and I needed him to know that. After I sent that letter, I felt liberated.