I can’t seem to pull myself out of the funk that this week’s events have brought. All my feelings are suppressed to the point I can’t feel anything. The world is kind of out of focus and far away.
No doubt my ex was utterly jealous and annoyed by the fact that I’m having a great sex life without him, considering he thought I was frigid because I didn’t want the abusive shit touching me. It was a really low blow to bring up my personal, private, adult life and imply that I had involved the children in it.
I asked Master to release me, but he wouldn’t. All the hard work he’s done with me seems to have just gone out the window. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to do what he wants from me now, and he’ll be disappointed in me.
What I really want to do is crawl into a cave and sleep until the sleep blends into a more eternal version.
I feel lost. And I’m alone in this. And I don’t know how I can be a good parent when I can barely function at the moment.
Beware of the people you love. So many of them say they love you, but they don’t.
And if you meet the wrong one, and believe his empty words, he’ll suck your soul for the rest of your life.
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