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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

my bright weave

"I tried to pretend that all was well; that Bill would be a passionate lover again, and treasure me &make me feel valuable once more. I would again have that feeling of belonging with someone, instead of being alone. But the pain in my middle was the unmistakable pain of rejection. I knew the feeing so well, it was like a second skin.
I sure hated to crawl back inside it."