I feel something; irritation when I’m near her, anger of what she did and how she just acts so normal and guilt/confusion.
It’s still incredibly raw of what she did. I’m still not 100% around it.
No denying, I do remember bits of the times; the horrible smell of BO, the pain (fucking hell, the pain!), how uncomfortable it was, how confusing it was.
I feel guilty because my body enjoyed it, but as a therapist told me last year when I was seeking treatment for different trauma – it was a normal reaction.
I want to cut her off, I never want to see her again once I’ve drove her to Y’k.
No remorse, well okay. “I’m sorry” in a fucking pathetic voice. Do the right thing, own up.
And what’s worse is that she is starting a PGCSE. Fuck