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Thursday.
I miss him like crazy still. This prosebox wasn’t supposed to be about him, but here I am. My husband is so kind and all the good things - yet here I am. A failure. I think of him through out my ...
Tuesday.
Brandy on my lips. I went for a shower tonight- as I was closing the curtains, a flashback of him. So many nights I bathed myself to perfection.. drunk..... waiting for his love. All the soaps an...
Monday.
What am I even doing here again? This is the longest I’ve stayed away this time… but as usual, back with some dumb shit that I’ve done to myself. I’m exhausting. Mentally fucking exhausting. I w...