Where does it end?
Where does it end?
I guess I should be happy and vindicated but I am just dazed. I got a call from the infamous "Sandy" that the foster child always talked about and that the narc told me I would meet some day-she was "an old friend." They have been together for twenty years. twenty flipping years.
I guess I called her last month while I was dialing everyone in his phone that night, but she never called back until now.
So this is long term, committed relationship number two--besides me. Twenty freaking years! I told her all the details and she totally didn't believe any of the abuse. I gave her the phone numbers of the other women and the police report number from when he beat me up.
I can just picture them talking right now and him glossing it over and saying I'm insane.
We're just wrapping presents for my daughters teachers and I'm pretending it never happened.
Jesus.
Sometimes it doesn't even end with the death...
helldweller
I am ALMOST
Helldweller
Well helldweller all I can
Fuck me Helldweller