He called me in the middle of the night last night, around 4am and said, "I miss you." I let him come over and we spent most of the next day Saturday together. But I still can't let him near me sometimes. We both want to get back together, but there is still a wedge between us.

It's like we know we still love each other, but neither one of us can wrap ourselves around this horrible thing that happened to me.

Abuse really destroys.

The hate my aunt had toward my mother and subsequently toward me has damaged me. Not just the icky stuff she did to me. The hateful attitude, the hateful, vengeful, attitude. Now I expect ppl to be that way and I think I am tha tway.

it's so ugly.

Another night alone.

We may or may not talk later.

I think he got mad at me again becuase I was talking to Ani.

I didn't think he was the *jealous* type, either.

I guess love changes things.

Is that really love?