This is the accuser's space.
Not the victim's.
I shouldn't expect you to try and get what you want
by working with me.
I know that's too much to ask anymore.

Maybe once it could've all been ok again. 

But now it's different.
Now you don't have control.
And now the truth comes out.
And it's not new information.

I don't need any of this anymore.

At the point where it all falls apart
Is where I fold my laundry
Where I brush my teeth
Collect my mail
And sleep at night.

I own it.
It is mine.

I will not recover from this.