Today has been a curious day. I was tired. I didn't sleep well last night and dragged myself into work feeling to be honest, utterly exhausted. I awoke with a spasm in my neck which meant I could hardly turn my head.... A good start to the week. I began the day on the phone to a chiropractor who saw me at 10.15am and as I write this, at 10pm I am in a much better place and able to move again. He clearly worked miracles.
Today saw me working like a demon. I have done a ton of work and been in a happy place. I finished work and decided to meet up with some old girlfriends. Ones who my ex would be utterly appalled about. I was actually nervous to go. One of them I know he hates with a passion and he has his reasons but either way, I was genuinely nervous about it. But I went, I met the girls and I had fun. His name was not even mentioned and for that I am grateful. He is no longer a subject of conversation. No air has been wasted on saying his name and it gave me an evening of freedom from it all.
Sadly, as I drove home, he spotted me in the car with a couple of my mates in the car. I have now checked my email and have come home to an accusational email about what I have or have not been doing this evening. Ultimately, it is none of his business and still he feels the need to dig at me, hurt me and accuse me of living my life in a way which he deems to be appropriate. I chose my evening carefully. I treaded carefully and I took the parts of my evening the way I wanted. And still, I was unlucky enough to be watched, seen, stalked, I don't care which word you want to use, either way, he is too close to my life.
I don't think I have said so far, he has moved 1 mile from my home. He has a company set up (in my name for the moment) named after the name of my street. I have a poetry blog which he decided was a good idea and he set up one which looks virtually identical. He has copy-catted my life. There are parts about how I run my life that he does in exactly the same way. It is spooky, overwhelming and to be honest, rude. I hate it. He has never lived in this part of London before and I think he just does it to be near me. I want him living far far away from here and I want his bitch of an ex wife as far away as possible.
The pair of them are literally the nastiest pieces of work ever. To think they are anywhere near my life, a life that took years of hard graft to build, makes me feel sick. I am looking forward to the day when I wake up and don't care any more.
I know time is a healer and I will get there.
Today saw me working like a demon. I have done a ton of work and been in a happy place. I finished work and decided to meet up with some old girlfriends. Ones who my ex would be utterly appalled about. I was actually nervous to go. One of them I know he hates with a passion and he has his reasons but either way, I was genuinely nervous about it. But I went, I met the girls and I had fun. His name was not even mentioned and for that I am grateful. He is no longer a subject of conversation. No air has been wasted on saying his name and it gave me an evening of freedom from it all.
Sadly, as I drove home, he spotted me in the car with a couple of my mates in the car. I have now checked my email and have come home to an accusational email about what I have or have not been doing this evening. Ultimately, it is none of his business and still he feels the need to dig at me, hurt me and accuse me of living my life in a way which he deems to be appropriate. I chose my evening carefully. I treaded carefully and I took the parts of my evening the way I wanted. And still, I was unlucky enough to be watched, seen, stalked, I don't care which word you want to use, either way, he is too close to my life.
I don't think I have said so far, he has moved 1 mile from my home. He has a company set up (in my name for the moment) named after the name of my street. I have a poetry blog which he decided was a good idea and he set up one which looks virtually identical. He has copy-catted my life. There are parts about how I run my life that he does in exactly the same way. It is spooky, overwhelming and to be honest, rude. I hate it. He has never lived in this part of London before and I think he just does it to be near me. I want him living far far away from here and I want his bitch of an ex wife as far away as possible.
The pair of them are literally the nastiest pieces of work ever. To think they are anywhere near my life, a life that took years of hard graft to build, makes me feel sick. I am looking forward to the day when I wake up and don't care any more.
I know time is a healer and I will get there.
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