They Don't Get It

I was just sitting here thinking how people don't get it. They don't get why I was married and things seemed normal for all of those years and now I tremble to be in the same room.  They don't get why I won't do the same things.  Hang in the same places.  They don't get it because they don't know how done I was.  How at the end of it, I had been completely drained.  Completely unable to give him even another moment of my life.  So many think that it must all be some misunderstanding.  He leads them to believe something that isn't true.  It's some of the good friends from the past that I'm not sure what to do with.  They seem to have the idea that they can influence me.  Remind me who I should be.  How I should be.
But I can't. Not anymore.  Not going back.  Going forward.  Learning to own my own stuff but tired of trying to not speak of his.
He's not a very nice person.  But he acts good.
sigh.