It would only be a fling-she wasn’t about to break up a happy home. At least that’s what she kept telling herself every morning as she untangled her limbs from those of a married man. This was just about sex; each time she swore it was the last time, she swore she could find another man and he would just find another woman to cheat with
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As for the second, I can't imagine how much a loss like that would hurt, but I'm sure no matter how much of a disappointment she feels, her father would never think of her as one. I think the ~afterlife~ makes one a lot more aware and forgiving and knowledgeable. Unfortunately, those who are left to grieve don't always remember that - or have the same bird's eye view of the situation and life. It's difficult, of course, but it means we're alive, and that means we can try and do better if we can <3
You know where to find me if you want to talk :) xx
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I hate days when they seem to revolve around something :/ And yeah, as difficult as it is, writing about something just lets you lay it all out and calm down a little, I think. I don't know if there is one, but I think it's far too depressing to assume there isn't. I'll live hoping there is one, and if there isn't, well I won't be alive to care! Honestly, I think he'd be proud of you. We all have bad moments and make mistakes, but I'm sure he'd understand.
Like I said, if you want to talk... :) It's a shame you can't talk to anyone about it, I imagine it could get quite difficult, with everything bottled up :/
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