Im sorry, I want to cry for you. Don't let your pain fester by holding it in and take time to heal. That's the best unsolicited advice I can give at this point. You can give me the finger for that if it makes you feel better :)
I understand all too well. For my birthday B stopped by my apartment when I was gone, left everything she had of mine on my coffee table, and slid her key under my door. On the top of the pile was a passive guilt trip letter about how sorry she is that she could never ever be what I needed. I didn't feel anything, no longing, no desire to call, no quick pain in from the left side of my ribcage...nothing. She emptied me. I'm sorry about H. They really just don't fucking get it. I hope they don't think we will always be there.
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is there ever a post of yours that *doesn't slay me??
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Don't let your pain fester by holding it in and take time to heal.
That's the best unsolicited advice I can give at this point. You can give me the finger for that if it makes you feel better :)
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