. . . he raped me.
He does, apparently, in a complete surprise to me, know my phone number.
Thus, he can text me at 2:33 in the morning to let me know he is doing something we used to do, when we were in love, and he is "thinking" of me.
Readers, I have many thoughts and feelings about this. I have so many thoughts and feelings about this that I actually have none at all, and so I am just going to wait to write about this until I can pin those little buggers down and dissect them.
I do know that it is only 9.30 in the morning, but I am so done. Just . . . fuck today.