It feels like it happened to me years and years ago. Even when I was there just laying on the floor, it was just so unreal. I was mad, and I was really upset for a long time, and I just wanted to scream from the top of my lungs, but there’s no reason for me to be angry with him if there’s nothing I can do about it. I went back, because I felt that was the way for me to heal completely, emotionally. Right after I got out of the room I felt like it was over. The doors are closed. Let’s move on.