Even though it’s done I wonder if ex I was involved with remembers things like when he told me he’d marry me in 2014 sat on the bed in Evil Eye he let me wear his ring, on other exes birthday that year he came and opened the door for me we had to tell him to leave while we were watching horror films..maybe he heard us fucking after, I hope so…and when they both lived in that house we fucked on his bed…does he remember Halloween that year me waving to him while dancing in the top of Willow DJ booth haha? Him telling me he had feelings apparently (in hindsight I don’t think he is capable of feeling) And making me feel really uncomfortable the year after when he asked me out for drinks on my own but he had a girlfriend…(not sure how tbh hahaha) glaring at me for no reason then that day the following year I’d had a terrible sleep upset about the other one feeling the most sad and vulnerable, I went to work and he made me watch violent explicit things and feel even more uncomfortable aha (but I kinda liked it) then I was thinking about him a lot and tried to make him jealous after I’d go and fuck the other one or suck him off on my work break and I’d tell him about it when I came back. And I’d watch every time he walked past and play songs he liked and had a horrendous time seeing him most days for 3 fucking years and fucking around in ‘secret’ (everyone knew) until I thought there was no point any more (I was right) but there were things to remember like seeing him every Xmas Eve, stupid fun things like convincing people someone had a wooden leg, when we played Friday 13th games and our legs got tied together…could have been more…and all the moments he did something I noticed like and when his eyes went dark and the freckles on his arm. And fucking outside in all the random places late in the night. How it felt when it was just us most the time when he wasn’t being a scumbag to me. Having things done to me without my consent like my nipples bitten until they bleed, choking me so I couldn’t speak, a whole fist in my vagina the first time I did not expect and uhh weird objects up my ass…The last time in the morning when we woke up was the best time. I would miss it but I know it would never have really been enough because he couldn’t give enough, and whatever he says still to try and make me feel less than who I am, there was still so much there that happened, which he wanted. I’m sure a lot to do with insecurities why he had to be so scummy to me but anyway, still a better story than others fictional ones, even if over. I’m sure I’ll find more stories to come