Joey cancelled the wedding two weeks ago. He didn't just cancel the wedding - he cancelled us.
So I cut my hair. A lot.
All the vendors, venues, and dresses were handled in 2 business days.
I was so angry. Angry first with him, then not angry with him but angry with God.
First I said, "I'm done. I don't have the energy to ever do this again." Then I begged God to put it back together. Now I'm not talking to God about whether or not there wil be a Joey and me in the future. I'm talking to him about other things.
I broke down once or twice. Or fifty times.
I slept in his tshirt and came home from work to put on his sweatshirt. Now I want them both out of my house.
It's no longer appropriate to answer yes to this question, but I wasn't thinking of that when I asked myself today if I still love him. There wasn't an answer.
How am I? Today I'm ok. Yesterday and the day before I was ok. Tomorrow I hope I'm a little more ok that I am now.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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