Thursday, January 21, 2010

I think I woke Mark up with my sobbing. I had sent a note to my mother telling her what was going on, and then writing that I didn't want to be like dad I just couldn't stop crying. Mark hugged me and came in and talked to me. Part of me wants to die. Part of me hates my life right now, with my jaw troubles, and my loss of the man who told me he wanted to be my husband...and I believe he meant it. Part of me wants to harness this energy and make positive changes in my life, the way I did last summer. But part of me knows that it's going to be hard, and I just don't feel that strong right now.

   posted by Bald Jason at 09:46 AM
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