Dear Diary,
I have had some weird ones before but I just can't get into the strangulation, slapping, and having to call him "daddy". The crazy thing is he has pictures of his kids and they look to be about my age, two girls.
He is letting me sleep in his guest bedroom which is nice and it has a lock on the door and its own bathroom. So, yep, taking the world's longest bath and sleeping sound great right now.
Still have a couple hits of Vicodin and that will just help me melt right into the sheets and be out for the night. I also bought a book the other day, The Devil in White City, supposed to be a true crime book. It was 50 cents, so it was a deal to me. The last book I read was Gone Girl and it feels like years ago when it was only a few months ago that I read it.
I need to probably think of where I need to go next and make more of a plan for myself. First off, rest and relaxing tonight.