No, I'm not ok. I am so far from ok, they haven't invented a ship that can take me to ok in the universe. The whole thing is so unbelievably cruel, messed up, despicable and heinous, it defies description. My only comfort is knowing I'm not to blame for anything. Some people play the victim and some people actually are victims. I am the latter. And I'm in complete shock. I left a voicemail for my therapist. She can probably get funding for a case study on me.
Bottom line is, I can't handle another shock or crisis. And I can't put myself through this again. Suffice it to say, the man I have known and loved for nine years no longer exists. I have no idea who he is and that is terrifying.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian