I’ve hit the third stage. This is the point of a relationship where my insanity has overtaken any chance for things to normalize. Like cancer, it’s the last stage, where nothing can control it, all you can do is watch yourself die and maybe make most out of it while It kills you.
I have been waiting all day to have a moment to write. I went to work, drove home, picked up my sister from school, cooked dinner, did the dishes, and ran errands first; I’ve gone from summer-off-from-college mode to full-time-mother mode. 2,315 more words
I try to write posts about you often – I often get the sense that there are words that need to come out. But I thought of you tonight, whilst I was choking down tears that had appeared from nowhere. 925 more words