After working a day shift, then covering the graveyard, I crawled into bed at 5am. Luckily it was still dark. My goal was to fall asleep before the sun rose. I can’t sleep if the sun is shining and I had to be back to work by 11a.m.
7:30: I woke up to “What time are you getting up?”
I mumbled “10”
“I need to wash the pillow cases”
Seriously! My eyes flew open, dam, the sun!
I lay silently as he strips his pillow cases. He must have thought better than to even try to touch my pillows. Glaring at the ceiling I knew I might as well get up. All I could think was who does that?
Teri again 
Abusers only think of themselves…
Love + hugs
PS. I’m reading a great little book on emotional abuse – it centres mainly on the recovery side.
(I hope you don’t mind me posting the link here).
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Thanks for the book recommendation.
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You’re welcome 🙂
I like some bits for myself, like uplifting my spirits with creating a collage about ‘me’. I’m still finding myself.
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