Ok, today was a massive shock to my system. I'm fed up of Pershore Grove flying into what resembles a film set, littered with extras, starting their pre-rehearsed actions. I'm the leading lady. The normally quiet street, which rarely has traffic, now, whenever I look out the window, is constantly busy with traffic. I'm seeing familiar strangers more and more frequently. Clearly I've been elevated to a position of fame.
I like being alone, I am now never alone. I'm either in my home being tormented, or outside being followed.
Clearly they are fully aware that their actions are nothing but evil, twisted and detrimental to my addiction.
This breaks my heart. At any point, they could have stopped, admitted they had committed a grave error, made amends, been honest and we could have worked on rebuilding the loving relationship we once had.
But opposed to that, they continued to dig their own daughter's grave, killing the girl they loved, with each shovel of dirt they remove.
