Week four. I start each week fresh with a positive attitude. By day three I’m over it, tired and overwhelmed and trying to fill my days up with as many distractions as possible. I’m going to yoga a few times a week, trying to take time out for myself. I still have this nauseaus feeling in my stomach every time he texts or emails me. I have to talk to him tonight, the man I have shared most of my life with, and I’m dreading it.
This gets easier right?
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