Some hand holding needed. I've been with a man I love the bones of for just short of a year. But he is really not good for me. I'm an anxious shell of the person I was. I'm ashamed of myself every day I look in the mirror.
But tonight I have deleted his number. I'm sobbing like a teenage girl, but that little bit of the old me is just loud enough to hear. It's the right thing to do, I know it won't get any better. And I know I will feel worse before I feel better. But I've made the first step.
Just wanted to write it down. Make it more real.