I have had so many chemical pregnancies and miscarriages that I have lost hope. I have nothing and no one to chain my life to, yet there is so much that restrains me.
Time to begin again. To renew. We are changed by what happens to us- that does not make me weak or bitter or anything else. It makes me human…
God, I miss being in love. If that sounds like a prayer, maybe it is.
I have been having dreams about that house you were living in. Horrible, horrible dreams of the good times we had gone sour. Things changing. That house is haunted, I know that now. So is yours.
I need to leave. I need to get as far away as possible.