These revelations today have me feeling sick to my stomach. I think H gave me a much bigger mind-f*** than I originally gave him credit for. I knew that H has sexual issues of his own, and now I'm just like him? I can't believe that I moved out, but I didn't get away from him and his influence even though he's not here.
My IC already had plans to use some kind of PTSD therapy with me after I settled in after the move, I wonder if that will dovetail with all this new stuff.
