It’s Like Clockwork Really

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I have several counters going: It’s just over two full months since I moved out, it’s nearly two full months of no contact, and now starting the counter over again for “incidents” involving the ex narcopath. We’ll just call him JR.

Almost on the nose, every two weeks, it’s the big play for attention. Today JR came into my work, again. I wasn’t working today, but that doesn’t matter. He could and should go to the other store, that I don’t work at, to do business. Two weeks to the day prior to this, someone logging onto my online tax account and changed my password. I’m guessing to try and get my current address, or just to fuck with me.

No more hesitation, I know what needs to be done.

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