I’m not over it because I haven’t gone into it yet.

Eventually, the shocked, tingling, freshly-slapped unreal feeling wears off.

And a few weeks after that, the dreary numbness wears off.

And only now do you realise that you are a boiling cauldron of rage, despair, terror and grief. Not when it happened, but now, weeks later. A whole month later.

Naturally, you’ve already arranged to spend the weekend at your mother’s.

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