I'm picking up what's left of me to find myself some type of peace in Just me
- March 12, 2017, 8:57 a.m.
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I don’t know what’s up with me. Ok i do ptsd but still. I shouldn’t have such high anxiety all over the kids mother coming to our house to drop the eldest daughters school books off, cause lord knows she can’t take them all to school or her mother leave it at the door on Friday morning when she came and we weren’t here.
No instead she has to control everything and tell us she’s coming over tonight to drop them off because she will not leave them in the weather, you know up against our door that’s about 2 metres away from the front of the house in an inlet type thing or all this sunny fucking weather.
She’s been a bitch laterly but that’s nothing new, nor is her having to control everything or drop around to our house whenever she likes it so I’m unsure why all the anxiety.
The kicker she didn’t even come. She’ll probably rock up in the morning when we are getting them all ready for school or else the eldest will not have a book she needs for school tomorrow.
I need to get this shit sorted out. I just hate that I did everything right. I got help, I fucking saw someone for ages afterward the rape and still it’s an issue.
“I got a name, I got a soul
I had a vision, but no control
The pieces were broken, so I had to go
I’m picking up what’s left of me
To find myself some type of peace
Which way should I turn, cause I’ve got to leave”
Rebecca Ferguson - waiting for me
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