I miss sharing my bed. I have a giant bed and I only sleep on half of it. At night, I go to sleep in the middle, knowing I’m alone, but in the morning I wake up on my side of the bed. Alone. I miss your warmth, even if it was too much most of the time. I just want you here and I can’t have that. I know I can’t, and I know I never will again. I need to accept that, but I don’t want to. So I’ll continue sleeping on my side, and someday maybe you’ll come back. Or maybe I’ll move on and sleep on the whole bed myself. Or maybe I’ll find someone to replace you, but it will never be the same.
8 years and it still feels like a punch in the gut and brings tears to my eyes.
I sure wish the WiFi in my apartment wasn’t complete shit. Tempted to get my own so I don’t have to deal with this bull anymore.
I really should be sleeping but I’m just not tired. Unfortunately, I need to be at work before the sun rises. Great.
Well, yesterday I found out some heartbreaking news about my family. Today I found even more about the situation and now I’m furious. It just keeps getting better.
Boom. I’m Top 10 in Baking In Wisconsin, September 2014 on #QuizUp!
The worst thing about my apartment is that the WiFi is so shitty. Probably going to have to get our own if we want anything decent.
Car sex in an abandoned greenhouse parking lot last night. Sex in my new bed and apartment tonight. Yes. I approve.