Gotta watch those HBO shows...
I'm just really fucking upset right now. This freaking scene came right out of the freaking blue and now I feel like I'm going to throw up. I didn't want to cry in front of the husband so I'm holding it in... But now it's bedtime and even though that scene is not even related to what happened to me in any way shape or form I'm already thinking about the freaking abuse and the powerlessness and... Ugh.
I need to learn to go to the fucking bathroom when I can't watch something, instead of being in denial that they'd do that on tv. Christ. Just... Who the fuck would want to watch that? Can't they just imply it or something?
I'm just trying to think about the lovely self-indulgent novel I just started writing about comfort and romance, in hopes I don't have nightmares. Wish me luck.