May 07, 2010 04:19
As if I don't work hard enough my body challenges me further, unable to shut my eyes, unable to calm the pulse of my veins. Pictures flash through my mind like a slide show of worry, frustrating, embarrassment, self-doubt, mixed in with a dash of happy helpful hopes for the future. My toes curl for the excitement, my heart shrinks from the worry.
What will i do with the house? Rent is definitely the plan...or maybe sale.
Will I stand my ground and remain independent, or will I let his puppy eyes, and sad tears open my arms to only cradle and comfort him. God I would hate myself if I did it again. Each time I cave, too worried for another's feelings to let go.
This isn't a panic attack...It's the ache of being alone in my house. Living alone is a new concept to me...I'm not coping well.
I wish people still used livejournal.