I had been a wreck since Anastasia left my apartment. The woman was a goddess, but I was fucking broken and just couldn't have sex with her. Things got heated and she started calling me a loser, telling me that she turned someone else down to meet up with me. She didn't care about the past; she just wanted to have a good time.
This had never happened to me before. I had always been in control, but that night I felt numb. After she left, I sat on my sofa feeling sorry for myself. The anxiety crept over me. Flashbacks were back and I couldn't fucking take it anymore.
I couldn't focus, and my sleeping pattern was interrupted. Things at work were manic. Other people relied on me, and I was neglecting my business, because I constantly thought about Gina.