Letting the dishes sit for days.
Craving to be alone more and more.
Hating myself.
Forgetting the stove is on.
Not wanting to eat.
Or exercise.
Or move from the couch.
A loss of energy.
A heaviness that won't shake.
A disastifaction that won't go away.
Even during the good times. Which are many.
Even when everything is good.
It's there.
For him to ask you how you're doing. To visit the home you've put your heart into. To ask to hang out. To ask about your life. Your boyfriend. Your travels. Or hobbies. Or friends. To care.
Which is on purpose. I try very hard to be a kind person, but it's really a facade so I feel safe and protected at a distance. There's a reason for that. <7 Years Old: I was on a family vacation in Mi
I was divorced for almost a year when he interviewed me for a job. When I accepted the offer, I was the only American with a team of 6 wonderful Lithuanians. Three of us were based in Chicago and the