Well, yesterday, I was so unable to deal with stuff that they sent me home from work…not in a mean, puntative way, but in a kind, concerned way. I spent the day alternately crying and sleeping and trying to wrap my mind around what had happened…at one point I wrote a poem about the situation (which more and more seems to be a way of expressing my feelings and getting the hurt out, somewhat). Last night I went out for a bit of a drive, and was actually able to listen to music for the first time in 24 hours, although every song that came on the radio cut through me like a knife…
I’m still really hurting today, but feel able to function…I have no choice, life goes on. I think if I were to run into the person who has broken my heart I would burst into tears on the spot, so hopefully that is not going to happen any time soon, although I miss him terribly…