Yup, it pretty much schucks, this part of the equation. Other parts (like having the house without conflict, parenting without controversy, living MY life) are cool. But this little corner of the MLC-crisis-land stinks big time.
I reached out. I'm revealing this, knowing full well, a 2x4 is headed my way. A big one. I told him I missed him. That was it. Just "I guess I miss you."
No reply. Zilch.
I don't regret it. I guess there was a small, infintessimal chance he would respond and maybe feel the same way and give me a lil glimmer of hope. He didn't. That's ok too. It just hurts.
I continue to put myself out there, where he is concerned, hoping I will get something in return and I don't. Why do I hurt myself?
I guess I convince myself there's a small chance and maybe it's worth it. But it isn't.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
