Ok um *sniffles*… I need a minute because THAT confrontation and breakdown of Zack with is friends was too god damn close to what I went through. There is only one way that the author can write this as well as he did. Only ONE. Having been in that position I can tell you first hand how hard this is. You see in Zack’s behavior, his desperate attempt to deflect to protect everyone and sacrifice himself how just how important it is to speak up when you see something that looks questionable in an abuser person’s behavior. The ONLY way this shit ever stops is intercession. To the author: I am so sorry you experienced this shit. I know how hard it must’ve been to write and share to the world . I am sorry for my abuse. I so proud of both of us for allowing friends to help at least some. Yeah I know it’s not over yet. It’s never over. Not even after they’re dead. The trauma remains. The habits that were built to hide everything take years to break. I won’t lie, this story had me balling as I recognized myself in Zack’s behavior. I balled for you too. Nobody should have to go through this shit. Whew this is a hell of a story you’re sharing.