I woke up early and angry. I stayed in bed for an hour just seething. I have every right to be angry, of course, but angry Jenn is often impulsive. I cannot afford to be impulsive. Too much is at stake.

As of almost noon, I’m in a better place mentally. I feel the rage inside of me like it’s coursing through my veins, but I’m determined to keep my shit in check until the right time. I’ve been pretending for a long time anyway, what’s another day or so?

C said it best: He’s fucking with your livelihood, the business you’ve busted your ass to build, and your morals.

YEP.

I essentially drank my dinner last night, so I also have a throbbing head today; as well as a heavy heart.

I’m so grateful tomorrow is Friday.