that one person wrote an entry on this.

I know I can’t. I wonder if, someday, I’d be able to even if I wanted.

The dress is in the house (the brand new house which was to be ‘our house’), in which I still live. In which I will live until a few days after the date we had chosen to be ‘THE day’.

For now, this is all quite torturous. 3 years ago

I sat him down with the ring on my pinky- I explained I had lost myself along the way. I handed it back, then said—- I am not “me” anymore. I know I am not crazy-I am actually the most sane I have felt in a few years. But, it was easy to let him use the “crazy” card on me. He says I am “going through something”. I don’t have the heart to tell him I am simply following my heart and intuition. I know I got lost along the way and I will never forgive myself for fighting for my own life, my own identity, for ME not US.
This blog is new for me, I will update soon.

“I got caught up in all there was to offer, and the price was so much more than I could bare.” 5 years ago