
Fresno and I are over.
It is not his fault. He has to follow his heart... and promptings of Heavenly Father.
I am trying very hard to remember it is not my fault now either.
But, regardless of faults, it just hurts so bad I can't describe it with words. Especially since 10 minutes after the news I had a very unhappy doctor's appointment and had to add even more pills and ended up mostly talking about Diabetes instead of why I even went there.
How do I feel? Something like this:

But I really don't feel like writing more. I feel like getting drunk. However, I will not, but WILL probably break rules and take a nap.
Oh no kip. I'm so sorry. :(
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry too.
ReplyDeleteI say love will come to you
ReplyDeleteHoping just because I spoke the words that they're true
As if I offered up a crystal ball to look through
Where there's now one there will be two
And I wish her insight to battle loves blindness
Strength from the milk of human kindness
A safe place for all the pieces that scattered
Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters
"Love Will Come to You"
Indigo Girls
Oh, I'm sorry. That stinks. You can join my Unlucky In Love club.
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