Murder, Panic, and Alice Cooper

I had a bit of a panic attack. I’m actually concerned, deeply concerned for {A} of all people.

Wednesday’s traffic was normal enough. Then she went off course. Did a little dabbling. Twice. A couple hours apart. Didn’t check before bed. She’s been a little less first thing AM last thing PM since I said something about her mother dying knowing she was living with a rapist on Facebook. Yeah I’m a bitch. I’m completely aware. Don’t leave your Facebook shit public. What do you want from me.

So not unusual and {D} has kind of stopped checking her phone at midnight every night. I assume because I called him out on it and it was idiotic to begin with. I can tell the difference between them. I know. {D} is heavy handed because of the wrist injury and the resulting neuropathy.

So I found it odd that at 7:02am EST he was reading on what appeared to be her phone. The husband told me she had two, so I guess it’s a toss up.

But it was definitely {D} not {A}. And she has been on twice since but for like a half second.

Now this is the jump to conclusions Katie portion of the program. {D} and {S}, there was a thing. Even after everything went down, {D} would still get jealous. Like it was weird and not healthy.

It’s been two fucking years so I would hope he was over it but I still see the rage swipes. Where he just kind of doesn’t want to deal with that emotion.

And side note to {D}, bro. Motherfucker still doesn’t want me. I fucking told you so. Why bother with the jealousy. That shit is unhealthy. The octopus was a lie.

So anyways she is not on and frankly the more logical thing is maybe they realized it was not healthy and fucking decided she should stop reading. Which honestly would probably be the healthiest choice anyone involved in this situation has made in years.

But in the back of my mind I still have the nightmares where he loses control and kills her. I have whole scenarios in my head about {D} being pissy over Stevie and doing that thing where he pouts like a three year old. And then getting into a fight and him killing her.

Murder suicide perhaps.

Or maybe trauma brain is just doing trauma brain things again. I don’t know anymore.

I’ve got bigger fish to fry in reality.

I have an honest to god date tonight with a guy named Steve from Jersey. No, different one. Vegas has a plethora of Steves from Jersey. We’re going to go see Alice Cooper. I haven’t been to a concert in a year and that’s just sad.

My Facebook page got taken down. Thanks {D}. Which lawyer are you using in the 300 Tower? You gonna sue me? For what exactly? Defamation requires false statements. Truth is an absolute defense and Nevada has anti-SLAPP laws for a reason.

Blood from a turnip anyways.