Too tired to eat breakfast.
It’s already noon.
The murmuring in my sleep
The anger I felt so clearly
The desire to never see my ex again
Never talk to him, never see him
My anger at his behaviour in the dream
Mirroring the behaviour I used to see
Knowing he hasn’t changed.
Realizing I’m still so angry at him
For what he turned me into.
A quivering, anxious, angry woman responsible for the mess he left on his children.
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