Whoever Wrote This Was Well Meaning. I Get That. But Now I Have A Definitive List Of Holyshitfuck Things

Whoever wrote this was well meaning. I get that. But now I have a definitive list of holyshitfuck things I am completely dropping the ball on.

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He left me a voicemail telling me he'd forgiven me and he'd like to give me my things back as a sign of good faith. That was enough to shake me up a bit, but, of course, he always pulls through to set me straighf again. Not even 24 hours later.

If I ever say something like this ^ again, link me to this:

I am ashamed that i am inches away from contacting him today.

A Conclusion.

It is absolutely imparative that I get a companion animal.

He’s calling again.

My trainer, who I should probably just refer to as my friend, asked me during our last session what it would take for me to get police involvement.

She made me set a boundary.  So here it is, and you can all call me on it:

If he shows up somewhere I’m at again and I have even a hint that it’s anything other than a wild coincidence, I’ll be pursuing a restraining order through the family court system.

It’ll be 16 weeks no contact on Wednesday.

PSA - I don't know why I am surprised I have to say this.

If you are here getting your jollies to my trauma, you are on the wrong blog. This is not a power dynamic kink or an excercise in sub/dom. This is not sexy, and if you are in any way aroused by anything I'm writing you are not welcome here.

I try not to yuck people's yums, but i have absolutely no respect for nonconsensual or exploitative use of my experiences. Particularly some of the shittiest moments of my life.

Clear off, creeps.

He's persistent.

This is just what he's been taught will win me back.

You want real world examples of shitty cishet male behaviour being reinforced by societal standards? I'm living that goddam nightmare.