i'm starting to resume my normal life again. i went to the gym yesterday, and i'm going back today (can i hear a woot woot) i have a tutoring job tonight, and i'm starting to do more work for the office as well.
i'm still eating chocolate though. must_kick_the_habit.
and two more of my grades came in, both A's.
ok, but really, i feel guilty moving on with life. every time i pass by my father's room, i hurt. i wish i could go in there, sit on his bed, and talk to him. every time i see an older man outside, i look hopefully, thinking it could be my father. i know it's not him, but i still feel that excitement that i used to feel when he would come home. god, it's so boring being a sahm (ok technnically wahm) sometimes, and he really made my days so much more bearable.
the 9-day candle i'm burning is about to extinguish. every time i pass it i talk to my father and tell him how much i love him. i feel like i'm going to lose something when the candle burns out and i don't want to.
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