I’ve written before about the idea that throughout your life, as partners come and go, each one takes a small bit of your heart. Between relationships, it’s important to grow that small bit back and if you do not, you’ll be left without.
I had once been in the position where I felt I was left with only half of a heart after various short relationships. It took a lot of time to feel whole again, knowing exactly who I was. After ‘growing back that heart’, I met a woman to managed to take nearly all of my heart, to be the greatest teammate, and to amaze me every day that we spent together.
Without that, I have a strange feeling of being hollow and choked. My heart feels like a cave, and my throat is in my stomach.
For some reason, today feels like the hardest one yet.
Though, it shouldn’t. It’s a day like any other.
Get up, go to work, while everyone is on a lake or even just in a yard.
Oh, and look forward to getting out at dark and biking home. That’ll be great too.
I’m such a passive aggressive bitch today.
It’s a good Sunday if you sort of ran out of productive things to do around the house.
Weeding (x2) ✅
Reading in the yard ✅
Beer drankin’ ✅
What else is there?
It’s the strangest thing.
Kids (not a negative term) come to my place for a bonfire or whatever,
And become intrigued with various possessions of mine, want to buy them, and are confused when I say no.
What? Money doesn’t sway me? That’s strange.