The County Clerk

I awoke this morning to find a pair of thong underpants hanging from the rear view mirror of my car and a note on the passenger side telling me that if I like old guys so much I should start a business. There was a crudely drawn picture of a penis toward the bottom and a fake phone number that said "1-800-suck dick."

He's a crafty one, isn't he.

So, tired of all the bull shit, I went to the city police department and filed a complaint. I then went to the county clerks office and filed for a personal protection order.

He has made my life just absolutely miserable.

My whole life has been hard, I guess I should expect this to be too. Why would I expect anything less from someone who has never once ever put any thought into me. It has always been, all about him.

Halloween, a complete nightmare.

Doing anything at all, with Charlie, is a struggle for me. Just being around him leaves me upset and at the brink of tears more often than not.

I wish he would just crawl into a hole somewhere and die.

Last night was no different, holiday or not. Between being urged to become a prostitute and being put down for my looks, it was impossible for me to enjoy my favorite night of the year with Thomas and Hannah.

I hate Charlie for making me feel terrible about myself. I hate him more because he finds such delight in destroying me emotionally.

He didn't deserve someone like me.

Now I will forever pay the price of thinking that I could somehow manage to make my life normal with that monster.