293. Get Well:
I’d been sick for a long time. I had that empty feeling inside me like I needed something but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I thought at first it was hunger but no amount of food could satisfy me.
It was then that I realised he was making me sick. He was like a poison that had been injected into my veins; he was slowly spreading and if I didn’t do something to stop it, I’d be lost. Me, as a person, would cease to exist.
I just wanted to get well. So I did what I needed to do.
I dumped him. I walked away. I told him never to contact me again. I told him I would never speak to him again.
And just like, I was back to my old self.