Comfortable Love

I've never asked for this to happen. I never wanted it to happen. I thought I made it clear. Evidently not. I can't stand the idea of somebody's hand wrapping around my thighs. Let alone touching my skin. I hate that this has happened. I hate that it affects me so much. I hate that I allow it. I hate playing the victim.

On 2nd of January, 2018, I woke up to my room mate molesting me. I feel sick even thinking about it. I was scared but I just left the room. The police know. I have an AVO against him but it doesn't mean anything. I sit 20 feet away from him at work and there's nothing stopping him. There's a deep brewing anger. I need to leave work. I can't be in those conditions. 

How do you live with yourself. How could you deny the whole thing. Who else have you lied to. I will fucking name and shame you Adam Foxwell. You've ruined how I interact with people. You've ruined my mentally of being comfortable in my own skin. You've ruined any trust I had for you or anyone else I could possibly have an intimate relationship with.

I'm not even depressed about it anymore. It's so much more than that. I hope your children find out this post and get to know the parasite you really are underneath all that fatty substance you call skin. I hate you and I hope you know it. I hope everyone knows it... 

And I hope they hate you too.