Hey you.
Maybe obvious but…I’m trying to live more truthfully…so yah. I feel hurt. Confused. And with this job not paying us and my operating job and Laura’s cancer and now I’m moving… I have a lot happening too. I need support, not confusion. So… yah. Putting space between me and you.
I didn’t really wanna do this in a text, but I tried last week and kinda melted when I heard your voice and thought if we could just reconnect physically things might be okay again…I felt very foolish about that after you suggested I reach out later and then…didn’t respond when I reached out later.
Anyway, sorry it’s a text. I really really cared about you…I just kind of don’t feel very cared for. That’s okay, but…it’s a text.
Good luck this weekend with your dad again. I hope it all works out for him and your family. Good luck with the house and your work and sweet Fred. I really wish you the bestestestestest!
Maybe a little late, but I'm proud that I actually did it. I am a person with boundaries. See me flex my boundary-having muscles. Watch me as I do not crumble into a crying mess at the realization that it's been an hour and he hasn't responded. I am so strong as I move on with my life and do not even think about him every time I see a dog or every fucking day when I'm in his neighborhood or every time I talk to another human being or every ten minutes that I am alive. I am powerful as I do not jump a foot out of my skin hoping it's him every time my phone chimes or rings.
I'm fine.
Really, I'm fine.
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