I have name changed for this. I am a few months out of an abusive relationship with an angry alcoholic. I’ve been doing all the right things, he is never coming back and I know that the relationship was sinking even before the last cataclysmic series of events….. but last night a friend of his came round to collect some of his stuff and it let him back virtually into the house again and my head, and I have hardly slept. I am just so sad for the lost hope, and is not even as if I can grieve for him publicly and have a grave side to cry at because he is still there. I do still love him (or maybe the idea of the good version of him), but I am so angry with him for doing this to me, and turning my world upside down, and for fucking up so spectacularly.
i have a busy weekend ahead, which is good, with people who mainly have no idea what has happened to me. I wait for this wave to pass.