Black Friday

I'm not your fucking door mat, and stop trying to use our youngest child to find out information about me and asking if I'm alright.  
 
Of course I'm not alright, I spend my nights battling with the PTSD you triggered, whilst fighting the urges to self medicate.

However, I'm not as stupid as you, in terms of self medicating as I've mastered the art of self will, and self control.
 
12 years have passed since I last saw your face. There have been a number of others since you.

Other men, that have been on the end of my sufferance, trying to heal my heart and soul.  
 
I still flinch. I still vomit when I'm anxious. I still want to run away from you.

You make me physically ill.  
 
I don't need you in my life. I don't want you in my life. You're nasty, and your brand of vindictiveness is why you'll end up alone.
 
I just wish you'd stop sending messages to me via the daily phone calls to the youngest child as you're preying on her vulnerability, and quite frankly, it makes me feel ill all over again.
 
The best thing I ever did was leave, before I left in that body bag you were hell bent in putting me into.  
 
Well. At least the coffee is good, and I have purpose and meaning in my life.  
 
May I suggest you find someone else to channel your energy into !
 
Sighs.  
 
I need some retail therapy, and more coffee !