About Yesterday

I was about to write a bunch of things yesterday, however there was a warning in the back of my mind again.

Here we go again.  The routine that makes me exactly what I am trying to avoid.

My guess is there was someone in the room who did not want to be evicted and vacated from the premises.

They need to leave.

It is MIB not WIB.  As in op, as in understanding not a color.

Be careful because they had no idea what they were doing before.  Jesus Christ, I needed help from my own employer.

This brain, my brain, head-room is not the same as any other working condition.  It is very specific.  Capiche?

So, how many more years must I prove that I once loved a man?!

At the exclusion of all other available men?

For how many more years?

He did not frighten me, this man I saw today, nor did he want to – it is an understanding that I do not need to discuss other than that.

Also, my house is not in order.  I cannot function without order and organization.  This is also understood that is used to put me down, keep me from functioning well, and bullying me into shame, humiliation, and tears.

FBEM, you better be about.