Fucking Andrew fucking FUCK
He followed me home.
He knows where Jason is. He has access. And it’s all my
fucking fault.
When my sister was sent to prison and I got custody of the
kids, I became responsible for essentially renewing the restraining order. I
was so distracted when Sandra passed away that I…I didn’t. I completely forgot.
And now the order has lapsed and Andrew is coming after my family.
Security at work has strict instructions not to let him in
the building and poor Heather got harassed on the way home yesterday so I’ve
given her the day off. I actually feel so bad for her. Between Andrew and
Lydia, that woman has had no breaks. And on top of that, my boss decided we
didn’t need a Christmas Bonus this year. I’m going to do something nice for
Heather.
Oh my god, listen to me. I want to be nice to Heather?
I blame Andrew.
It’s very easy to blame Andrew when I don’t want him in my
life.
I just hate him. I hate what he’s done to my family, I hate
that he wants back in. I still haven’t told Jason. He deserves to know but I
just can’t bring myself to tell him. I don’t want to ruin his holiday. I’m too
tired to ruin his holiday.
I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. The pain in my
side wakes me up in the middle of the night. I am so done with this injury. I
just want to be better. Now I’m tired and sore all the time. Christmas sucks.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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