3/4/08 10:08 PM
People say I am strong. I sure don't feel it. I feel like I'm gonna lose it any second. People say I'm doing a good job. I make so many mistakes, I forget to do things like laundry or proper grocery shopping. So tired. How do you fight the god-forsaken loneliness? God I wish I could burn out certain portions of my brain. I walk around, and everything is her. To go to the library, I have to pass the kiddie park where she and I took our babies for their first steps. Go to West 4th and pass the McDonalds we always took the kids to. I wish I could leave this place. Every leaf, every shadow. I am so weak. My oldest tries so hard to cheer me up, to make me stronger. He's something special. Even little guy is trying to pull his wieght as best he can.
I started therapy last week.
I hope to laugh again. I hope to live again. I hope to love again
3/7/08 10:32 PM
(Kim had lost her beloved husband to illness. She helped me a great deal.)
You really loved him.
To have a true soulmate is a wonderful thing. So many have so much, yet not love. They marry or pair up for empty reasons, then wonder why it's not working and get divorced. True love; a gift from God.
There was no "romance" in the Gilmore Girl sense. We loved each other. When she gave me the "old tomato" (ultimatum, just a couple of months before we found out she was pregnant), I realized I could not live without her. It would have been like cutting off my own leg. I needed her.
Was it the same for you?
I did something today I hadn't done in years. I went to church.
I walk around reciting the Our Father for strength. On the way to the supermarket I passed by Our Lady of Pompeii. I was a little shaky and went in to calm down. It was the 12 o'clock mass, and as I walked in, the priest was leading the people in reciting the Our Father. Wow.
I can't tell you how uplifted I feel when I get an e-mail from you.
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