Tuesday, April 8, 2014
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.