So, it's JJ's weekend with Sasha, which means I won't see her until Tuesday due to the way our days/weekends worked last year. We haven't kept track of days or weekends for close to 8 months because most days we spent as a family, the 4 of us.
It is only 7PM and I am sick. I miss my girl so bad, which in turn makes me miss the life I had become so accustomed to over the summer and had fallen very much in love with.
I just got back from the gym hoping it would be the distraction/release of anxiety needed to get me through the night. However, it's not looking good considering we have not even been home an hour and as I write this, tears are rolling down my cheeks.
I don't feel strong enough for this. Not today. I keep trying to chalk it up to a bad day, but in reality i know it is because I have begun mourning the death of a marriage of hearts. I am lost.... and starting to think that this is going to break me.
Please send positive energy.........my broken heart is loosing the will to keep beating and every breath I take reminds me that I am still alive, but in an alternate universe. Today is the hardest day to date.
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