He likes to find new ways to hold on and not make it seem so obvious.
You gotta get up earlier in the morning to fool this crowd, Frank.
And I'm lucky that I don't get up too early...
I think I'm probably just afraid - to let go - because even miserable it's not like I'm 'alone'. I'm still holding on to anything, no matter how small. That's probably why my counselor wants me to get her out of the house, so I can let go and move forward. The hurt and anxiety just stays with me all the time.
Well, I can't get her out. What I can do is continue to work on the acceptance that it's over.
It's over. Maybe if I write it 100 times in my journal it will sink in.
