I have so much work to do and so little ambition to do it. I want to crawl into bed with Ben. I want to forget all the frenzy and chaos around me. I need escape. I'm letting these "things" get the very best of me. "They" are winning. And I feel like I've lost some sort of control. All the reasons... all these "things"... may be what some would call
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You aren't alone in this. Dennis and I frequently have similar problems. I portray myself as this strong bitch, and yet I'm afraid to walk through the mall. He is vexed by this dualistic nature... but it's who I am. I hate it, but it is true.
I love you. Call me if you need to talk. Even if it's just to sob uncontrollably and talk incoherently into the phone just so I can say, "Oh honey... I know..." even though I didn't understand a word you just said. :)
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