Once upon a time, in a galaxy far across the Internet, lived a page. Within this page held many lives. Lives that could come together, fall apart, repair. I once lived there. All my teenage angst, hopes, dreams, but mostly love. Today, on the saddest of days, I have come to find this page no longer exists. My life, my past loves, are no more. Scattered letters fly by with the wind, and I long to have it all back, even if the memories are laced with acid.
Today is emotional. I’m crying and laughing in the same breath. The darkness is taking over today, even though the sun through my window is so bright it could blind a bat. At one point I even had a glimpse of drowning my child in the bathtub. Today is lonely. I lay in bed at three in the afternoon, wanting this life to end. I long to be heard, to be understood. I long for a man to take me in his arms, and not say a single word. To let me cry, to let me scream. A man to romance me and sweep me off of my feet. A man that provides for his family. Who will wake up with the screaming toddler on the weekends so the poor mother can finally rest. My husband is none of the fore-mentioned. He sleeps until at least one on weekends, leaving me still to take care of our precious offspring. He takes advantage of the giver I am. How I do my best to meet his needs, but receive nothing in return. It is a one way street. I am the train car and he is the relaxed passenger with not a care in the world. Each day I am left abandoned.
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