And I feel like I'm crumbling. I'm sitting in "my room," at "my desk" in my parents' house. And I'm reminded of a time before I moved in with John. And I remembered the day I moved in. John was here, helping me pack up my stuff. I don't want to be back here. I want to be with him. This hurts so much. I wish I could beg John to change, to be right ( Read more... )

I'm doing worse today. I miss him so much. I miss my John. I've been thinking about him all day, nearly nonstop. I was driving away from pearl - I would say home, but I don't really have a "home" right now - and I wanted so badly to turn right onto 9th, instead of left, toward my parents' house. It's not that I mind going to my parents'; I just ( Read more... )

I don't think I can continue with this relationship. I'm telling John that if he'd still like to go to the opera, that will be our last night together for a month. Not a separation, but a break up with a date at the end of the line - a chance to try again - in a month ( Read more... )