Saturday, September 08, 2007


Remember when a whole year or more of the TV show Dallas was just a big dream and Patrick Duffy stepped out of the shower? Yeah, well, my life has taken a similarly weird and interesting turn. This past year? Never happened. Nobody fell in love. Nobody ever expected to live happily ever after. Nobody ever considered leaving her husband.

Nope, it’s a new day. I woke up this week, and the only one getting out of my shower is W.

Saddest thing is that I have to mourn this all by myself. I have nobody’s shoulder upon which to cry, and I can’t cry in front of anyone in real life. No, the saddest thing is that he didn’t sound nearly as upset about it as I am. Guess I never really meant that much to him anyway which I was starting to suspect anyway which is really what led to the end. No rebuttals to any of my reasons why we shouldn’t continue. No counters to anything I said. Damn it. I was so hoping I was wrong, but I wasn’t.

After grieving for a bit I’ll see if I can figure out where to go from here.


freebird said...

Oh Trueself. Today I can say more than ever - I feel your pain. Just know there's someone out here empathising and caring. I do so know all about that hidden mourning. All I can offer is a virtual shoulder and big hugs.

Trueself said...

FB - I know you do, and while I feel that I am probably closer to Mr. E's equivalent than yours let me assure you that it is just as painful on the other side of the equation.