It’s hard to say what hurts the worst, the loneliness or the betrayal. When a man hits a woman it’s time for her to move on. The punch to the gut didn’t hurt me nearly as much as the emotional aftermath.
If you haven’t guessed yet I am once again single. The past year has not been kind to me.
I’ve been in and out of mental hospitals due to the poor quality of Medicare. I am honestly traumatized after the last place I was in. The psych was sadistic, as were the employees. Fights broke out continuously and if you didn’t comply with their abuse you’d get shot full of Thorzeine. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen and the after effect was like a scene from Night of the Living dead. Slow moving zombies, only they aren’t zombies; they are human.
I managed to avoid the needle but they got me anyways when they put me on haloperidol. I don’t remember anything that took place. It’s all a black hole when I try to think back. My roomie told me some things that took place while I was stuck in limbo that made me cry.
I can’t even begin to tell you what it’s like to be treated like you don’t matter.
I’ve been cleaning the broken dishes off the floor and separating his clothes from mine. To be honest I’m more pissed that he left such a frigging mess behind. I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with his clothes yet. My first instinct is fire.
I’m learning how to be single. I’ve never been before.
So far it’s been empty promises and dick pics.
Why do they all want to own me? I am not a prize to be won out of a claw machine. I am not an object. I have emotions and thoughts.
I’ll be sure to keep you all updated as to my adventures in singledom.
Ta for now.
Just A Girl In A Whirl 