His presence is missed.
I miss being hugged and made to laugh
He’s like my Screech and I’m Lisa
He’s gone and I’m missing a piece
Guess you are right T, but I’m on the monthly and sick so maybe that has lots to do with it?
He makes my life easier
He’s always making sure if I’m okay
And I wonder if that is the codependent in him needing to rescue someone
He wants me to come out there and I kind of want to and I kind of don’t
I do to get away for a bit
I don’t because Kansas City triggers me and I think it’s best
But I wonder if like one of my closest friends weddings I should have gone
I should have just packed up my things and gone
I was worried I wouldn’t come back, that I was being rational..
He says he wants to make new memories and well this would be new…
Sometimes at times like these at an impasse I want to go back to the way things were
Where when I was so in love with him decisions like this would be easy
But I have to smack myself out of it and remember
1. Going back is not an option
2. I’m glad I’m not back there
Ignorance is not bliss and I am SO much better off knowing the truth about him and discovering the truth about me
I was every bit of a weak coward as he was and she
I let myself be put down, I allowed mistreatment of myself, my family and blamed God. I wanted to die..
I no longer want to die or wish death upon either of them.
I have a fulfilling life.
I am loved and in that statement what my husband says about me is irrelevant or how he feels about me
I am finding love for me and I want to allow the God I know to mold me into figuring my life out😊