It’s dark, raining, windy and gloomy. The weather is matching my current mood perfectly.

I drove to the beach, sat in the car and watched the world go by.

I thought about Maxine, and I thought about Tom and Annie. I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to be with him and go back to the abuse, but I don’t know what else I can do.

I feel so lost.