Today I am angry. Many Times you spoke of your “physical reactions” and that you woke up crying often dreaming of me. What bullshit you fed me. How I welcomed your heaping spoon of bullshit over and over and each time I swallowed with regret asking for more.

Still I suffer endlessly. The bullshit long gone while the memories live on to torment me.

I hate you. I love you. I miss you.