#longing

This entry stands in stark antithesis to my previous one. Nevertheless, stumbling upon this site—and the act of writing itself—has offered a modest sense of solace, a fragile kind of grace. Tonight, I write under the soft veil of my favorite comfort album, as ambivalence coils and festers within ...

As each day goes by, I guess it gets a bit easier. The thing that hurts the most is the thought of him with the girl. How he can move on so easily after ten years. Everything has always been so easy for him because his parents enable him. He never *really* needed to worry…

Well, all is quiet on the home front I guess. My bf came down Saturday to see my grandson & hang out with me. It was nice, not too stressed. I felt a bit of tension - but not a huge amount, so it was doable. We had a good time making pizza, trying to…