Right when I go
To bed my stomach revolts at the memory of my boundaries violated.
My coworker pressing me (interrogating me) on my career choices. Scolding me. Remembering what my brother said—what a stalker.

I’d better keep my head down tomorrow. WhAt a creep. It’s none of her business and I am helpless to
Create a boundary since she will attack when I reject
I so badly want to cut. I am disgusted and revolted by her and her disgusting personality. And I am ashamed of myself.