This week has been pure garbage, L. I totally respect why you said what you said, but I just feel like the world is now falling apart piece by piece. I just can’t stop crying. I appreciate you calling me while you were (I assume) driving to your vacation home. The universe knows how much I hate out of session contact. The fact that you gave me a good little pep talk and assured me I could reach out again if things changed was just what I needed tonight.

After we got off the phone, I was standing on our balcony and watched as the wind whipped the trees around. It was beginning to storm. Like things are storming now.

The worst part about this is I have to go this mostly alone. I don’t want to talk to anyone about what’s going on, which is something I’m going to do some reflective writing on. And the one person who intimately knows what’s going on is engaging in the unhealthy dynamic with me. I don’t know that I’m strong enough to weather this storm, L. I’m trying though.