I’m so crazy I am so fing crazy I started my job in May. Where I work is a big corporate building, totally new environment for me. At all three entrances you have to badge in and then walk past a security guard. Each morning: *beep beep* “Good Morning” “Good Morning Jessica” says the old … Continue reading Day 406
It’s not too often I am at a loss for words. Yet this year your birthday rings truer than ever before. I am no longer able to turn a blind eye and tell myself you are living, just somewhere else. The fog of Dave has receded far enough that there you are. In front of … Continue reading Day 403
I miss you more than I loved you. It occurred to me how fucked it is. How true that one sentence is to me. Like it’s ridiculous. Obviously I loved my husband. Who grieves like this if they didn’t care? I loved him. But we, we weren’t perfect. No one is perfect. No relationship is … Continue reading Day 397
New Recording 3 I’m having this war in my head. Where I’m starting to have feelings for someone else and I don’t know if it’s reality interjecting or if it’s my grief. Sorry that was the first time I said that out loud I guess. It seems that my grief overtakes everything. It’s hard because … Continue reading Day 394
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