During a dark time in my life, I started wearing hoodies ... as security blankets under which I hid myself and a lot of pain. As I work through the pain, come out of hiding, and pack away the hoodies, this is the holding place for the memories and a reminder to embrace life.
Gone
He's gone. He left. He was telling me about the kind of life he wants and how he can't have it with me ... to which I responded by crying, of course. And then I went to take a nap ... and when I woke up he was leaving. Bags packed. Going to his mother's house. What did I do so wrong? I've tried!! I've tried to remember about the mini blinds and the and the dishes. I went to counseling. I have done the things! Where did I go wrong? Why is he going away? oh my god. it's really over.