Day 1.1
I'm not quite sure how people are strong enough to do this, because I feel like I'm not anywhere near strong enough. I feel weak and pathetic. I've been wandering around my house blubbering for the past hour trying to find things to occupy my mind and nothing is good enough. And then I find a shirt that he forgot to wash and I melt down completely. I don't know what I'm doing anymore and he's barely even left Vegas. The only thing that seems to be calming me down is writing this. Which makes no sense when you think about it, this is forcing me to think harder about the feelings I'm having as opposed to distracting me.