*I wrote this post yesterday; today I am just fine* I cannot escape grief today. It is sitting on my shoulders and won’t leave me alone. It keeps whispering in my ear things like: He left you. He doesn’t love you. You are a fuck up. Your kids are damaged. This is all your fault.…
I am just so happy that I had to write again. The absolute nuttiest thing just happened. Okay, it happened over 3 hours ago, but it happened and it was nutty. My ex texted me a fucking bomb. I knew it would come eventually, that it was inevitable, but man, this feels like too much…
