It certainly makes you wish you could use people the way you've been used. Sometimes I wish I could be cold and callused. When my mom died, I was able to slip into my medical world and cope the best I could. But just when I was spending more time living and less time grieving, this sh*t happens. I don't believe in a god so it just feels like life wants to make this as hard as it possible can be.


M:26 H:32 T:8yrs
ILYBNILWY/ "I'm not happy": 2/6/16
D-Day-discovered PA/EA: 2/10/16
Separated: 2/14/16 He's living with OW
I moved to different state: 06/16
Currently: Trying to move forward