I hate you, I love you... I hate that I love you.
Today has been rough. The whole getting back to school/work thing in general has been reminder after reminder that the human I talked to the most about all my feelings/ideas is dead. Lots and lots and lots of stupid feelings water dripping down my face today. Stupid tears! *Note to self any event can include talking about suiside. I hate that it bothers me to hear it, I am a firm beliver that everyone has the right to decide when they are done living this life. And honestly "Real talk" Mark 100% had every right to leave this world. I hate him for leaving this world sometimes, and other times it is very freeing to know that the struggle that was "us" is over. There's no revisiting this argument or that fight. There's no worrying about what he might do next. It's done how freeing it is for the both of us that it's done. Today I think I hate him for leaving. It was over. Our marriage was over and that...