People Who Finally Spilled Their Deepest, Darkest Secrets

A Black Spot

I don’t remember my “ex”. I started “remembering” June of 2012. It’s in fragments and non-chronological. Only my best friend knows. I browsed through both of our online accounts and close friends to try and map out dates and events. All these years I felt so normal. I’ve gotten a few hints and proofs but they’re hardly solid enough to convince me.

I don’t want to talk to the “ex” directly because I fear what I may seem to “remember” is fake and my brain is messing around with me. I know I need therapy but I don’t have the money for it.

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