Things are happening around here and it’s all weird.
I get my bed back tonight for the first time in 2 1/2 years. I’m more than a little excited about it. I feel bad about that excitement, but right now my selfishness is my armor.
The ex is sleeping at his place for the first time on Thursday.
He’s been crying more than me these days too. Keeps telling me how hard it is for him. I have a hard time responding to him when he does it. My usual response would be an I’m sorry or it’s okay, but I’m not sorry and it’s not okay.
The strongest I’ve felt throughout this whole process was when we were talking on the phone the other day. I had to tell him off for a bit about things he hadn’t thought of and how everything looks from my perspective. He told me through tears that he didn’t want me to hate him forever. Without skipping a beat I told him there was no way I could promise that.
My strength comes in spurts these days, but when it does I feel unstoppable.
"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers