He Called Me Every Name You Could Think Of And Insulted Me Any Way He Thought Would Hurt Me. Nothing

He called me every name you could think of and insulted me any way he thought would hurt me. Nothing was off limits.

I called him mean. He couldn't handle this insult.

One time he screamed in my face "I'm not fucking mean!!!" And then physically threw me out of the house.

That's a bit unsettling.

I have stumbled upon a small stack of gift cards that I apparently purchased December 20 around 1am. Not exactly chump change.

I have no recollection if doing this at all.

Tragedy

There is a news report about a motorcyclist who ran into a pole and passed away last night. The police are not yet releasing the name of the victim.

It happened in an area he frequently rode, and I am worried it is him.

Let me tell you a secret: I don't want him to die. Moreover, I actually hope he finds some sort of redemption (far, far away from me).

That future ceases to be a possibility if he is dead.

Bad week.

You can usually gauge my current mental health state based on the frequency of my posts.

More posts = more cranial chaos.

Flashback

He tried to push me out of his car while driving 80 km an hour.

He was cruel and I was crying. I had put my face out the window into the night air to try to stop crying and feel better.

In one smooth motion he undid my seatbelt and grabbed my door handle.

Had I not shifted suddenly at his abrupt undoing of my seatbelt his hand may never have slipped off the door handle preventing it from opening properly.

My crime? Someone might have seen me.

Setback

I’m driving around tonight in a bit of a state. My brain is doing a running inventory of Horrible Things That Have Happened and the Horrible People Who Have Done It.

There is so much, and all I can think is that I must be making at least some of this up.  There is no way I could have encountered so many monsters.

No one could really have this many horror stories to tell.