I wake up at 1am. Head aching for no apparent reason and not enough sleep.
I am alone. Nothing new, nothing unusual.
My brain fixates on him. Last night I removed him from intant message programs, facebook, google, twitter… all the places he can reach me online. He still has access to phone and email, but calls and emails can be ignored.
It fixates on confrontation. Public places can be safe, but here, in my home, is another matter.
I get distressed wondering if I can ask the housemates to not let him in when I’m around. I know it’s stupid. The Peacock will do as he’s told. He’s about to move out and has no reason to be anything but behaved. Arrow will understand, she’s brilliant and I have no reason to question that…
And my brain just keeps at it, over and over, throwing the scenario of being home alone into the mix just to fuck me up a little more.
And I’m alone.
There’s no one to tell me I’m ok. There’s no one to roll over to and hold. There’s just me in a big bed crying quietly.
I’m alone and can’t remember the last time I hated my life this much.
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