So as it turns out I freaked out for nothing.
It was bad, though. Last night I went to bed feeling really shitty. I crawled in, pulled the blanket up over my head and wept, making sure to choke my sobs into the pillow so that no one would hear me. Suddenly all the pain of Mark leaving me downtown and Paul telling me, "Honey....honey I'm sorry,"
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