he who must not be named.

I find the simple coincidence of attending a Harry Potter themed party and talking about my ex-boyfriend after a late night meal very interesting. Why you may ask? Well my best friend and I have this thing where we give all the boys we talk to or interested in or exboyfriends nicknames. This guy happened to be "Voldemort." Seriously. Why? Well because we don't speak of him nor dare mention his name and he is a slithering, lying, venomous person. I am not being a bitch, I'm just being honest. This person has caused me more pain and more heartache than what a person should go through. Even though without this relationship, I wouldn't be the strong and independent person that I am, I would never wish what I had gone through with him to ANYONE, not even him. So, I thought that it was kind of hilarious that I would be talking about this certain ex-boyfriend because you know, he's Voldemort and I was just at a Harry Potter party. Tonight reminded me of the strength I often forget I have. Talking about the person and the events in my life that caused me tears, pain, anxiety, and heartaches over the past two years and NOT shed a tear was LIBERATING to say the least. I didn't feel anything but relief knowing this person no longer affects me the way he used to. Though this is not to say that I don't occasionally deal with the effects of this tragic relationship. Actual story, (you can see this on my twitter for proof), but I jokingly asked my bestfriend, "since when did I become the president of bitter people?" and his response was, "since Voldemort struck you in your cute little forehead Harry Potter." Hilarious, I know. It's hard for me to trust people, I always feel like a Killing curse is on its way to hurt me. (Notice my intention to keep the Harry Potter theme.) I just can't afford losing pieces of myself anymore, kinda like horcruxes. Okay, this is getting too nerdy, but my point is.. the scar doesn't hurt anymore. Thank freakin' jesus.