I know, hon. It takes a while.
Love is POWERFUL. It’s not just an emotion. It is a chemical and an emotion we don’t control.
It is being drugged without realizing.
Me:
I’ve actually been doing well.
Seeing a therapist, trying non-alcoholic drink options.
Taking a new antidepressant.
I have had drinks but nothing crazy.
He has apparently been recording my conversations, and I do get angry and call him a loser—because he is one.
But as far as I’m aware, words aren’t a crime.
Alice:
They aren’t.
Timmy’s tirade continues, his accusations growing more outlandish by the second.
“I recorded the things she was saying to me!My friend is a witness, too! She’s so fuckingabusive! Lock her up!”
He storms toward the front door, only for an officer to block his path. “Give me my charger! Ineedmy charger!” he screams, his desperation palpable.
The officer quirks an eyebrow. “Dude.”
I glance around, spot his charger, and unplug it from the wall. “Here,” I say, handing it to the officer, who passes it to Timmy.
“Fuck you!”he screams, his hatred cutting through me like shards of glass.“You stupid fucking abusive toxic bitch!”
“You need to stop,” the officer warns him, his tone sharp.
By now, my hands are trembling. My entire body feels like it’s vibrating from the stress.
“Ma’am, we’d like to take your statement,” one of the officers says.
My lawyer’s advice—shut the fuck up—echoes in my head.
“I’d prefer to wait for my lawyer,” I reply.
The officers nod, clearly understanding, and they leave.
Sabre—sensing my distress—approaches and snuggles against me, his purring a small comfort amid the chaos.
A while later, the door beeps. Timmy comes stomping inside, reeking of cigarettes and booze.
“This is suchfucking bullshit,” he mutters, his words slurred. “Cops need to do their fucking jobs.”
He pulls out his phone and dials 911 again. “Yes, I’d like to make a complaint. I need you to come back here, and she needs to be charged.” He pauses, then adds, “She’s laughing at me. You need to lock her up.”
I shake my head, incredulous. I’m not laughing, but even if I was…
Now laughing is a crime?If so,guilty as charged every day of my life.