Don’t know what you have until it’s gone takes on a new meaning. Dreams of rivers and husbands and newborn laughter, perfect peace, bliss of something my primitive part craves … gone without a loving thought cast in it’s direction… confirmation makes it sting…..akin to a thousand bees descending in one small moment of realization….. then spiraling into neediness….. where are the ones on who to lean…… my chromosome share-ers, my hormonal relate-ers……none to be found……deep breaths….. control ones self….. self reliance is underrated…… everything will be fine mantras…..but feel so utterly alone.
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January 31st, 2012 at 7:40 am
I understand every word of this.. hang in there. You WILL be fine. *hugs*
February 10th, 2012 at 9:37 pm
Thank you so much for all your support, it really has made all the difference to have someone to talk to about it. Lovies! <3