I'm hanging in there, but just barely. It's okay. It's okay. I tell myself. And usually it is. One day I will be ready to face the world again--but right now I'm not. And I think I'll have to anyway. It's something we both needed to do. But the difference is, she bid her time, and so when it was over she was ready. But I wasn't. I'm not yet. I will
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