Took a friend to visit my ex tonight. He was drunk, and pawing at me, insisting that I was and always would be his girl. I got so incredibly angry at him. When he had me he fucked it up. Whose girl was I then?

I told him something tonight that I’d been tried unsuccessfully to communicate to him two years ago. He finally got it. At first he was incredulous, until I said it all. Then he could say nothing. Then I left.

I’m still angry. Two years later and I’m still fucking angry about it. What he did, how horribly he handled it, how hurtful it was, and how arduous and painful the task of putting back the broken pieces was. And now I’m his girl?

No. I’m no one’s girl.

NO one.