It doesn’t seem to work. I can’t forget. I can’t clear my head. I wonder how you are. Do you miss me? Do I want to know? – probably not. I am looking for strings that aren’t there.
You would think there would be no time to miss you. With the aftermath of last week weighing heavily on my son, I am busy trying to care for him, but my mind still finds time to keep checking your blog, watching the stats on this one — trying to see if you check.
I haven’t written in a while as I was trying to break myself completely from you. But I am missing you even more now. I have no one to talk with. I spend nights on D**”s couch. It isn’t much good for sleeping, but I don’t sleep much either. Its tough going while he waits for justice and bears the burden of his job.
I write and delete. And, write again.
Back to working.

Today’s disappointment was the bathroom scale. My diet was not productive this week. It seems the scale is stuck at the same number as last week. I need to drop 10 more pounds this month to make my goal. That would put me at the same weight I was 18 months ago when I was walking to the bank twice a day.