I had one hell of a weekend. Before I even left the apartment I had a bad feeling and I just knew. I knew my ex would show. I had a word with myself on the way to Barry and went to the house party nonetheless and told a few people how I felt. I decided not to drink or anything and glad I didn't cos my feeling was right.
In my opinion if I was there 1st they shouldn't even have let him in so that said it all to be honest. I clearly said I wanted to leave, it's not like I can just walk off, and some silly cow queried why we couldn't be friends. She has no idea the hell he put me through before and after my accident. After a few minutes one lad there who I barely knew booked him a taxi and made him leave.
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