I woke up next to J this morning. Groggy and tired.
I can’t help but smile a little (a lot) when I can feel him next to me. He feels like home. He feels safe. He protects me and he takes care of me.
But sometimes Heather needs to be a little better at taking care of herself. Continue reading “It’s A Dark Cloudy Day With A Chance of Sunshine.”
As I type this I’m still shaky. I JUST wrote the unsent letter to her.
I JUST relived a painful memory involving her.
And tonight, after work I went to Target to pick up some things and do what I do at Target. Shop. I was looking at a pretty blue tank top. Continue reading “The Other Woman”
Clair…Claire (However the hell you spell your name),
I don’t know you. I don’t want to. I don’t like you. I used to hate you but time is the most wonderful healer of pain. I just don’t like you.
I hope you find love. I hope you have a beautiful family and your life is in order. Continue reading “Letters I will Never Send: Dear The Other Woman,”