Just when I thought I had gotten past all of that, it shows up again in my dreams. The screaming fight at 2 in the morning. The slamming of the door. The not coming home. And it seemed so freakin’ real. I woke up at 4am, feeling like shit, and afraid of falling back asleep.
There was so much talking, and revealing, that it bubbled right back up to the surface.
I don’t know how to let this go.
I wish he would stop emailing me.
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