Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Bleak House - wasn't that a Charles Dickens book??? I am living at Bleak House now... this house that held such promise for laughter and love and joy ........ in what seems to be a blink of an eye has become Bleak House.
I am truly struggling with the feeling he can't even stand to look at me. Am I that disgusting???
I never heard him raise his voice before - now I hear it - and it ties my stomach up in knots.
I can't shake this feeling that somehow this IS all my fault.........something I have done... something I have said..... something..............
Who knew a broken heart could hurt so much?