I know it’s been a while since I’ve written in this blog. You can only complain and confess so many times before the story gets old. Recent events in my rental room arrangement have rehashed some of the old feelings and experiences I’ve been through. I won’t go into detail considering it’s someone else’s story… not mine. But it still brings up the feelings I had when I was accused of the things that happened. In one afternoon, my ex cemented a life of suspicion that I’ll never get away from. She made the most outlandish accusations that affect me to this day, nine years later. It didn’t matter how many legal experts examined it and found it false. Just the accusation was all it took. I feel like I was tripped and did a face-first fall into a brick wall.

What kind of mind does it take to concoct such a mean and spiteful plan?

I finally can sleep at night (with enough medication). I can finally go to work everyday. I only cry when something reminds me of the pain.  Recent events have brought up the feelings again and they hurt. There’s a difference between being a protective momma bear and an outright evil bitch. I would never have suspected that the woman I vowed to spend my life with would do such a vindictive thing.