Day 17

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Maybe today is really the day it all stops.

And it did. No response. Our streak died.

I want to give him back his other sweaters. I don't want them. I won't wear them. I don't need to be reminded of someone who doesn't want to do with me.

He continues to see everything on my story.

My therapist made me realize my frustration and confusion with him stems from my rational thinking that when you need help, you ask for it. He was ignoring his problems. He was dealing irrationally and to me that was frustrating.

My heart is telling me to leave him alone. I can do without him.

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