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ExN's mother recently died, after being diagnosed she lived only one month. So N turns up, waiting on my doorstep, he gives me the blah blah blah about how he is in a bad place, and how I could have done this or done that. I defend myself because I know he doesn't give a shit about me, but I end up shaking, crying and feeling confused and muddled. I am in a mess, will I ever be able to break this addiction. I thought he wouldn't affect me now, but he has. I hate him. Absolutely hate him. Please God he stops tormenting me. I'm strong but I can only take so much.

Posted here because you all understand. Thank you.

Brit x