122: FFS

I miss you. Woke up dreaming of you again.

Eight months today.

Sigh….but I’m not dead yet and I’m still breathing. I cannot be blackmailed. I’m secret free. I’m adulting. I’m not lashing out. I’m not blaming you or anyone else. I’m not hiding. I’m trying.

I’m rebuilding this life brick by brick, I’ve got this life to fix…yet still, I wish you were here with me when I wake up in the morning. smh.

2 thoughts on “122: FFS

    1. I can wish but I’m a pragmatic idealist. I know the reality of the situation. Thank you LL for the encouragement. It’s gotten better…slowly but surely I’m moving on. The dreams are my mind’s way of reconciling reality.

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