There aren’t enough pictures of you in existence. There isn’t enough of you period. You should be here fighting to see Z and proving that you can get better. I may have hurt you but I thought I was giving you tough love and I needed a break from you to heal. I accept that I fucked up but you fucked up more.
It’s not a contest. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m not mad at you, I’m just miserable.
It’s almost our anniversary. I miss your kind love eyes. I miss your strong warm rough hands. I miss your arms holding me. Fuck it, I even miss your stupid crazy bullshit. I’d take that over this. I miss you so much. I’m going to lose my mind.
Just Another Single Mother 