Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Worn Down

My Therapist is ALWAYS right.  No, seriously.  Three months ago, she warned me: "As the pressure to find a job intensifies, you're gonna want to talk to him again."  I could not imagine it then.  Now, tonight, after a devastating job rejection (I swear it was a hit and run), I want nothing more than to talk to him.  I know its crazy and I won't do it.  Its not that resolve is weakening.  Its that there is this annoying little lie floating around my brain that says: "He'd provide comfort."  But he won't and he never did.  He hurt me time and again.  I will not return to the Evil that I know in the Face of the Unknown.

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