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It was raining. Not pouring, but enough to mask the stray tears that trailed down the cheeks of those present. Except for me. I had no tears left. He had taken them all during the four years he had been in my life. No, controlled my life. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to fight my way out of it, and then it had taken every ounce of willpower to survive afterwards. To cope with the stalking. The threats. The hacking of my social media, my mail. The accusations. Then one day, it stopped. Like the hitting of a switch. It was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. But then, two weeks later I got a call. The police had f