When I first got the diagnosis, I fell apart a little bit. I am not the kind of person who…
It all started when I visited you in your night shift. Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have done that. If I hadn’t, I could have lived on blissfully happy, not worrying. If I hadn’t seen you that day in the hospital you wouldn’t have joked around about measuring my blood sugar levels. It was naïve fun, I didn’t question it. Bring it on, McSexy.
I’m still pretty confused about my recent breakup. Probably normal after 6 years. Here is why I need to write it down.
My birthday this year was a disaster, full of drama and without an ounce of happiness. I thought I’d share this story to get it off my mind and help myself move forward.