So I thought I was good, but apparently passing someone on the street is not the same as being in an enclosed space with them, where they are between you and the door.
When I recognized him, I tried to shrug it off. But my insides began to shake. I focused on my homework, but nothing would stick. I was sweating profusely. I felt incredibly alone, I got dizzy my hand tremors were making my writing illegible.
I want to make something VERY clear. I don't think he will talk to me. Not only because of legal repercussions, but because I'm pretty sure he'd just rather move on. Logically, I know I am in not in any danger. But when your body is used to acting a certain way around someone, it doesn't listen to logic.
It took me 20 minutes to realize that I don't have to feel this way alone. I messaged a good friend, just to share my feelings. She asked me if I knew anyone there. I knew one girl and one of the servers. So I got up on my shakey legs walked over and asked if I could sit with her.
"My ex is here, and I'm scared of him. He won't do anything."
"Yes, of course you can sit with us."
I went back and clumsily packed up my school stuff. I left my tea dishes behind. Then sat with her and her friends. I attempted to make conversation, but it was obvious my mind was elsewhere, none the less, I felt safer and I am grateful for that.
The server I knew approached me.
"Sorry I left my tea stuff there... I just wanted to get out of the vicinity."
He looked at me and nodded slowly: "I know." There was a lot of compassion in his voice. I nearly cried.
(Why do I cry when someone is nice to me in a stressful situation?)
Anyways, he left and I walked home on two fairly strong legs, which means I composed myself. All the while I tried to take my power back. My thought process went like this:
You were disabled and unemployed with two children and you still left him.
He is aware that you chose to face the risk of poverty and homelessness rather than to continue living with him.
You left even though you still loved him.
You stated healthy boundaries and when he didn't respect them, you created more and when he pushed those ones, you enforced them legally.
Your children thanked you for leaving. They thanked you for ending contact. This alone proves you did the right thing.
You are not a victim. You are a fuckng powerhouse of a woman who can come back from anything.
It is him that should feel uncomfortable in your presence, not the other way around. (Not that I would wish what I felt on anyone else) but really, looking at it this way:
Why am I scared of him?