so if funny is what your looking for… not here, not today
yesterday I watched as a moving company successfully packed all of my belongings into a storage unit..neatly and compactly, anything left in pleasentville that meant anything to me…
Georges shit will fit in the trunk of his car…sad but he has no attachments to anything.. or maybe Im the one who is sad with too many attachments
today I took the best guy in my life, my puppy, we will call him puppy, too his foster home, and amazing family who also resides in pleanstville that has been so kind as to take my monkey in for a few months while I find a suitable home for us..I was nervous, not for him..for me..
I knew as I drove out of the nabe…that this was it
it was over…
I was crying so hard I had to pull over… I sobbed and sobbed until my eyes were so puffy I could hardly see…
why was I crying, certainly not sad for george, yes I miss puppy, big beautiful house is a thing of the past, new life beginning, health in my favor, good..no GREAT people in my life..
I called my mom…that worked for a little….she calls it grief…pain and heartbreak that can overwhelm you when you least expect it
More sobbing…grief…makes me think of my dad…I pulled over again… I miss my daddy…he could make this better…for a little…
soo many emotions… one great big wounded heart…
healing…
Bunny
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