Okay, Todd. Not her—the other one who I heard was at the AG’s office now. For God’s sake, what are you guys, butt buddies? That bitch already contacted the goddamn cops on me, and frankly, I sent her the text log. I assume she read it and saw when he refused to confirm or deny it.
I used to occasionally look at {D} and say, “Why the hell do women put up with you?” {D} would smile slyly and point to his dick. That was his answer.
I am so livid I can barely fucking speak.
So apparently {D} is in Las Vegas.
It’s rare to get a second post for the night, but I just got a phone call from my mom.
First, I want to say: happy Apocaversary II to {D}. It was a year ago today they took him into a meeting and fired his ass. Well—let him resign. Same difference. Can’t wait for Apocaversary III. That should be fun.
This is kind of an obligatory post. There is nothing happening in my world. I am alone, and I talked to myself all day. I haven’t left the house in almost two weeks.
I am a little more chill than the other day. I wonder if they’ll actually answer something this time. But they will be getting a book package from me soon enough.
I would really appreciate a response to what I am about to say.
So the AG records are trickling in, slowly after almost a year. Today I got the ones about my actual case—the ones that counted.
I just had a massive panic attack over my phone charger. It wasn’t working, and I needed to go out to the car to get my other one.
The days seem to be rolling into each other. I don’t know when night and day are. I’m totally out of rhythm and out of alignment with the world. It’s almost better this way, I think. I’m really lonely, though.
If you or someone you know is going through a similar experience, remember that you are not alone. Reach out for help and support. Together, we can overcome.
