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I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless, when I'm breathless I'll run till I drop. in Diary

  • June 11, 2015, 5:04 a.m.
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The Fox is stressed, depressed and overwhelmed.

His latest text read “Just feel beat up by everyone and everything.”

He’s exhausted. He should be ready to retire and instead he is working harder than he has in probably three decades. The things he has worked hard to amass need to be paid for and maintained. He worked hard and afforded himself a nice lifestyle, always having not one job but additional properties to maintain after work as well. I even knew him to have annual paid contracts with the city he lives in, going out at all hours of the night to work when they need him.

So basically, I’ve always known him to have too many irons in the fire. Problem with that is he ain’t getting any younger and the stress of maintaining all that is taking its toll.

Combine that with a withdrawn girlfriend who is just starting to come around and wife who is never going to come around and you’ve got the makings of a nervous breakdown.

I do know that it must hurt him to not have physical love and affection from his wife. I know it must hurt him not to have it from me. I want to see him in person in the worst way, and have been pleading with him for an afternoon together. I just want to get my hands on his battered body. He needs me. I hear it in his voice.

I don’t want to heap additional pressure on him, but I honestly think it would be therapeutic for him once it was all said and done. What we both need is to kiss and touch and heal.

I love this man. I don’t care if we are both married to other people. I feel closer to him than I ever have anyone else, and the time I spent self medicating after his wife’s retirement was the direct result of the change in routine. Her constant presence. It was no longer as easy to carry on an affair, especially a long distance one and I feared what would happen to us. I guess I pulled away because I couldn’t stand to have that fear realized.

All I know is I want it back the way it was before. I don’t need to secure a future, because life is about living in the present.

I want my Baby back.

Before he’s too far gone.


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