It evaded me, for as I was starting to drift my mind became awash with memories of my time at my previous employer. I kept thinking about all the different things that happened to me. About what I could have done to change things, what I could have done to make things better. Were things my fault?

I think about the anger that still fills me up. When I think about how everyone supported her, and accepted her treatment of me. Then I think of how incredibly alone I felt. Anytime I see anything supportive of her, I am reminded of the lies.

Last night as I tried to sleep I was reminded of the pain I experienced at her hands. I am told that I had nightmares all night, ones where I whimpered in my sleep. I didn’t feel poorly rested this morning, and I don’t remember a bad night’s rest. However my anger lingers…