Saturday January 3rd, 2009

It was a normal day. Went to Barns & Nobles to get some books. All was well, but then… He freaked me out. Was he high? Drunk? I should probably explain. It might help. I was hungry. So I got something to eat and put it in the microwave for a minute. Then he comes up behind me and slaps my butt. What the hell? His face… I could see it reflected off the microwave. It scared me. He started to ask me questions. The stupid ones. You know? That you already know the answer to. Then I go to get a drink and he stops me. He fixes my necklace. There’s nothing wrong with it! As I go to leave he slaps me on the back of my head. It was one of the longest minutes of my life. Later when I’m putting the dishes away, okay technically just in the sink, he blocks my path to leave. It took me forever to get by him. Hope called soon after. (Hope is/was my only best friend.) Knew there was something wrong right away. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. Had to IM her. She didn’t know what to do. She knew how to deal with the other stuff. But she had no experience with this, lucky her. What do you do when the person you go to with all your problems doesn’t know what to do?