Myrtle Mae
Monday, November 25, 2019
Yep, I hit the wall. Coping well, I thought. Feeling happy and content for a good bit.
Song comes on, just a pretty song. Boom, tears and sadness. Holiday in three days and he's not coming home. Again. Ever.
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kate c.
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He is always home now, when you need him. But I know the reality is bitter.
7:48 AM
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He is always home now, when you need him. But I know the reality is bitter.
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