You have stumbled upon my personal diary. Some names may be changed to protect privacy. Please do not read further if you are here to judge me harshly or send negative energy my way. It is my hope that maybe something in these digital pages will resonate with someone and they wont feel so alone. I have always been an open book, probably to a fault.
This morning I woke up to fresh coffee and The Cranberries playing on the CD player. Now he’s making sure I have clean sheets and blankets. Yesterday he cleaned the entire house, brought me a bouquet of flowers, and cooked alfredo pasta for dinner. He listened to me as I cried and expressed how deeply scared and sick I feel. He never once told me it’s all gonna be okay, he knows I hate that. He just held my heart and cleansed the energy in the home because I couldn’t. The amount of hatred I hold for men right now does not extend to him. A rare protector. My husband. My best friend.
I feel less hopeless today. Somehow. I know a big part of that is because of love. Love is something they could never feel. That’s our greatest strength. These monsters are trying to harvest our energy. I DO NOT CONSENT. May all these evil pedos ROT. We see you now.
"Be gone from me, oh mortals who are pure of heart. Be gone from my thoughts, oh souls that dream great dreams. Be gone from me, all hymns of glory. I am the magnet for the damned. At least for a little while. And then my heart cries out, my heart will not be still, my heart will not give up, my heart will not give in—
—the blood that teaches life will not teach lies, and love becomes again my reprimand, my goad, my song."
–Lestat, Anne Rice
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