i can no longer mend myself

By the end of it, all I knew was this: He may walk away, but I, as a woman, have a mandate from this world to continue suffering. The thought of him being as traumatized as I am, that memory of ours pervading through years of finer ones, fills me with an inimitable rage so all-consuming that it simply leads me to bed for the better part of the day. It was I who was penetrated, violated, physically…