He questioned Me on the stand. I didn't know what to do. Yes, it was triggering of the PTSD. I froze I think. I'm not sure. Perhaps, I blanked out. I definitely couldn't concentrate. How was it that He got to wield philosophical weapons at me? Well.
He fired his lawyer.
After spending an obscene amount of money on her sophisticated arguments.
After She argued for this date in time, wherein She could be here on His behalf.
She wasn't.
It was only I on the stand being Questioned by He. My Narcissist. Echoing all that has already passed.
I survived, at least.
We shall see.
