Today has been difficult. I’m missing companionship. And my lone singular cat is meowing a lot, I believe missing her two sisters. It sucks to miss aspects of him in knowing it wasn’t real love. He is incapable. He just wants to use and abuse. I was simply narc supply to him and someone to mother him. It wasn’t real love. I think I’m grieving.
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
Last edited by Have Hope; Nov 05, 2022 at 05:40 PM.
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