Breathing. 

I’m feeling my blood pressure recede as I process the fact that he can’t reach me again. No more upsetting voice mails, pounding my heart into the pavement. He’ll have to turn to her if he needs an ego boost. I’ve removed myself from that capacity. As my friend Megan said, I’ve stepped out of the dance. 

Going out with a friend tonight. Exactly what I need. Tomorrow I’ll wake up without him, and I’ll breathe. 

3 responses to “Breathing. 

  1. Good for you! Remember the part of ur brain addicted to him n his bullshit is a tricky bitch. Will try to make u think contact will help u. It won’t. So tell the bitch to cut the crap n stay strong! Hugs xo.

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