I’m not sure if it gets easier to deal with, or if it’s just harder to cry…
After determining with Anna that I’m not, and telling Jay (to which he said, “We’ll keep trying”) I said I was done…and went to bed at 7ish. I woke up to…a mess. I wish my body had a cell phone and would just call on it’s anytime minutes to say, “Hey girl, yeah, here’s what’s goin on.” But I digress. We had no fighting chance cause…he doesn’t care enough to fight, and I don’t give chances. Wouldn’t ya know.
“I tossed and turned until it, seemed you were gone, but here you are, with the dawn…”
