Mourning morning in Aftermath
- Aug. 9, 2020, 9:09 a.m.
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Day 3 of p
Today is hard. I feel sad. I’m crying I’ve been crying for hours now. Last night anyways.
My period and the stupid Mark, Jason shit. It’s crazy how much individual people can effect you so much and carry on with you for so long the wounds can feel so fresh still. I don’t really connect with it all though at the same time. I blocked a lot of it out to survive. Sometimes it’s like ok intellectually he raped me brutally. He got shot. I had to see the body. The position of how he died. I’m he’s dead. I’m safe. He was bad. Karma. He can’t hurt me anymore. He can’t hurt anyone else anymore.
Men are terrible. They sadists. Who hurt you for fun or indifference after taking a huge risk with our bodies hearts and souls and all they do is stomp all over you and gas light and abandon. Abuse. Fuck men. Better off alone without them. Fuck people in general 2nd.
I was talking to my sister but she’s at some fucking cottage so fuck her. Im. Jealous. Not that I wanna be with her. But to be in nature would be beautiful.
At least I have my cats. It could be worse. But it could also be better.
But it’s hard you know to ever feel fully like justified in feeling sad when some people have it so much worse.
I will survive.
Last updated August 09, 2020
Always Laughing ⋅ August 09, 2020
I'm still bothered by my experiences with one of my exes and it's nothing like you went through so it's no wonder it still affects you.