Tonight I sent my daughter to bed with unresolved issues. She was crying, and after her lights were off and the door closed, I cried. Something I don't do often. It felt both good and bad at the same time. I don't know if it's a luxury - or if it's something I have convinced myself is a sign of weakness, but I cried none-the-less. It's times
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Every word, every sentence, every paragraph
is my life to the T
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I do understand what you're going through and how you're feeling.
I understand, because I know. Broken pieces of your heart stay broken. It's just what you do with the rest of your heart that matters now.
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