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Day 397

I miss you more than I loved you. It occurred to me how fucked it is. How true that one sentence is to me. Like it’s ridiculous. Obviously I loved my husband. Who grieves like this if they didn’t care? I loved him. But we, we weren’t perfect. No one is perfect. No relationship is … Continue reading Day 397

Day 394

New Recording 3 I’m having this war in my head. Where I’m starting to have feelings for someone else and I don’t know if it’s reality interjecting or if it’s my grief. Sorry that was the first time I said that out loud I guess. It seems that my grief overtakes everything. It’s hard because … Continue reading Day 394

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