Feb 1, 2014
Last day of Jan.
My heart aches with your illness, I can't stand to hear you wheeze. This wasn't in "what to expect" but then again I didn't read that book. I like to reject common advice and pretend that I am better than that.
But I am not. You and I both know that. Every piece of it you gave me, went in one ear and out the other because we never established trust.
That would have been a good thing to get, first, you know. We are way past that now and already my life is in motion. And on it moves.
