Well I did it folks…. officially broke my hubby in two. Yesterday he vowed not to leave me alone. Well he’s passed out on the couch from being sick. Think he has a fever – so I’m alone now. Call someone you say? Who? Why? so can have the cops called on me.
Then there is the bridge. The fateful bridge that once marked a warm happy childhood feeling in my childhood about being "chez nous" as my mom would put it after traveling out of state somewhere.
That bridge….. I stood there after losing my first job. Looking for M he never came then either. I almost went for it but my parents just burried my brother – couldn’t do that to them.
That bridge is silently calling my name but I’m okay. I would have done in Thursday night when I had the golden opportunity but I didn’t… why?. Call it attention seeking? At one time maybe not today! Don’t know why I didn’t. Oh yea my hubby texted me and said he was mad at me…. couldn’t die b/c he was mad since my world revolves around the dude!
I’m opened to getting help. Get the glue because there will be nothing but pieces. Tissues are good, too. I want to cry. I just wanted a damn hug! It would have taken M maybe an hour of his scheduled life. That would make all the difference in the world.
If the guys with the white coats come then my goose is cooked – I’m out of here dude…. I just have to wait until Monday – I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay.
I wish people would stop texting me already. Didn’t you just hear me "I’m okay".