January 15, 2015
Emotions seem to function like a filter. When I was seeing S, I'd want to because it would help me to forget my responsibilities. But there was nothing to hold onto with S. He simply contacted me because it was entertaining to him. It was entertaining to me. Things would be fine. But then the responsibilities to others would surface. My mind became clouded, protective of my own equilibrium. I lashed out in defense, insecure. He took it. For awhile, until one time, he was done. I never received another text. I wrote provokingly, but it was all me suddenly.