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Yesterday was a different difficult day.
When I got home someone who I once trusted had entered my bedroom and was rummaging around in my office in search of things that are not there ...
I lock my bedroom door. I lock my office door. A locked door means exactly that ... do not enter. Totally un-cool.
How would you feel if you came home unexpectedly and an estranged uninvited individual has violated the sanctity of your space and is in search of things that are not there ... disturbing your order ... disturbing your peace ... destroying the last nibble of respect and trust that was once there.
I felt sickened ... emotionally violated and physically abused ... there are no words for it ... there is no justification for it.
How safe can I feel after repeated events like this ...
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