Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
Ok so I saw her yesterday… again… a bunch. I am not resetting I am looking forward. I have broken my habit of looking for her. But one thing is for sure she is playing the game again. I am just not playing with her. She crossed my building 6 times yesterday and ate at the other restaurant in the neighborhood by herself again. The very one we sat next to each other last time.
I was about to go out but decided to take a look around to make sure I wouldn’t see her. When I found her car parked elsewhere I knew she was lying in wait, ready to entrap me. Like a snake in the grass. This is sad. The lengths of which she will go to to make sure I won’t forget her to hold on to control. To gain some fuel. It is ridiculous.
But she is playing a one player game. You could never understand the toxicity that one person can bring. I never even thought this was possible. I am not affected I didn’t see her face. I am managing to look past it.
One can assumer her guy is away again and this is the pattern that repeats. She has no fuel, comes looking for me. Then will decide me avoiding her is a rejection then will be back and proud soon. I haven’t seen her car in 2.5 weeks. But I am almost certain it will be parked again soon.
Why? Probably So she can draw me in, make me feel like it’s safe to be out where I live. She is even mirroring me. She wears an all black workout clothes for her walk. As do I. She walks when I run again. Her friend is around suddenly again. She is back to her old patterns.
This isn’t commentary about me not being able to get past this. Just on how hard it is to escape these types of people. I am not imagining it. I live with people in my building that I have become very friendly with and don’t see this much. A couple of attractive women I wouldn’t mind seeing more of as well.
But the weekend has arrived and I will be getting out a lot. And can’t wait. Hope everyone has a good weekend as well.
Broken 