​One of the pathetic ways that the poets would gang up on me and verbally assault me, usually included my style choices, fashions, and appearances. The first one that my ex actively participated in is always the one that stand out and replays itself.

I was waiting for my best friend, Darcy to met me outside her house. I was sitting against the brick wall between the garages of the joining townhouses. I was resting my head back, soaking in the beaming sunrays. Closed my eyes to take in the moment. I was rudely brought back to the present moment by Austin's vilipending comments about my outfit. Cody shyly echoing Austin's sentiment about my clothing pieces. I was happy about my comfy, brown cords skater pants, my yellow tank top, and my new black sandals that I was trying to break in for my sister's wedding the following month. I was not at all insulted when Austin said I looked like a banana. I was dressed like a sunflower.
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The part that hurts in that story was Cody was finding his voice through Austin's anger and jealousy, and I started losing mine to him. By the next week, he was manipulating me; love bombing, treating me like a princess but oddly he manages to slide an abusive moment in each encounter.