I don't want to go home. I am panicking. I do not want to deal with him; I do not want to look at him – all the memories of the things he has done are coming back to me in droves. I want to run away and escape. I don’t want to pretend anymore. PMA is fine if I wouldn’t have to go home. I don’t want to deal with him. How do I fix myself so that I am consistent?
