My chest is tight with sadness and defeat. The pain of separating from my love like the loss of a limb.
I’m afraid to have hope, afraid to believe anything.
Like the swinging of a pendulum. I’m back and forth. Emotional in a feminine girly way, but also as a mom. Missing my husband when he was good to me, missing the life that was and will never be again.
Hopeful I can find the right road for a future that holds happiness again