I'm scrubbing the bathroom after having cleaned the kitchen and changing the sheets and sorting about 200 movies.
Number one comes in and says "Mom, do you clean when you are sad?"
Ummmm, yah, Bud. Sometimes.
His reply..."Well! That explains it."
He's gone. MG is gone. Sometimes I just can't believe it. I tried so hard to be what he needed. I want to just go to bed until the hurting stops.
Wake me up next year.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear that, Janean.
Keep your faith. Soon enough you're going to meet someone that is who you need.
Sorry about the break up. But I think you said it in your post. You tried hard to be what "he" needed. But what about what you?
Be strong and confidant in yourself. Wait for someone that is concerned about being what "you" need. I know that is easier said than done.
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