Damnit!
I fucked up this morning.
See, the guy who sexually assaulted me a few months ago (and who was stalking me for a bit) called this morning and asked to come over and see me. I said, "No." He said, "How about in a few days, then?" And I hung up on him.
What I *should* have done was let him come over so I could have at least gotten a picture of him to show the cops, or even let him in after calling 911 so they could have caught the bastard.
Instead, all I got to do was add to the report they have on the guy by telling them about the call.
Anyway, I've been jumpy and a little hyperalert all day, which, believe me, without the proper medication has been *really* unpleasant. And it made me space my appointment with the psychologist today. But I guess my grandmother is right - "When going through hell, just keep going."
See, the guy who sexually assaulted me a few months ago (and who was stalking me for a bit) called this morning and asked to come over and see me. I said, "No." He said, "How about in a few days, then?" And I hung up on him.
What I *should* have done was let him come over so I could have at least gotten a picture of him to show the cops, or even let him in after calling 911 so they could have caught the bastard.
Instead, all I got to do was add to the report they have on the guy by telling them about the call.
Anyway, I've been jumpy and a little hyperalert all day, which, believe me, without the proper medication has been *really* unpleasant. And it made me space my appointment with the psychologist today. But I guess my grandmother is right - "When going through hell, just keep going."