Glancing at my phone, I’m reminded that I now have him saved asPerson Who Behaves Like a Loser and I Deserve Way Better.
I send a screenshot to Alice:
Me:
You can see I’m trying to tell myself what to do by the way he’s saved in my phone.
Alice:
Yeah. But you need to actually do it.
Me:
You’re right. There’s no reason.
I’m just really annoyed and sad.
And I feel like I need to do something.
Alice:
I know.
Inaction is the hardest action.
Me:
I'm not a violent person, but I wanted to punch his face so bad, but I went for the hat.
I told his dad I did that, and even he seemed on board.
Alice:
If you must do something, coordinate with his parents to send him home.
Me:
Yeah that’s a good idea
Alice:
They've grown up with him. They know what he's like.
Me:
Yeah.
Previously, he’s even said these tweakers are like, ‘You should be home with her, not here with us.’
But he doesn’t listen to me or them. What a fucking nutcase.
His therapy appointment is in 6 hours, and I’m meant to drive him to it.
How am I meant to concentrate on writing steamy romance novels with all this nonsense going on?
Alice:
It’s impossible. You need to find a way to make time for yourself.