I get off work in 30 minutes and have been trying to think of something that I can do tonight that will help me feel better. I think I’m going to straighten up around the house, then take a bath (ahhhh), then put on Babette’s Feast and do some crafting and/or drawing. Sounds like a pleasant-enough evening, eh? It makes me sad that Matt won’t be around for any of it (except as he is inside of me, which I’m struggling to understand and actualize… I guess). But he won’t be there, and I’ll be alright without him. It hurts me to say so, but it’s the bittersweet truth. (More bitter right now but the sweet will come, I’m trusting.)
In other news, I can cross my legs under my desk now. And I can buckle my belt a notch tighter. Talk about bittersweet.
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No Promises This Time 