I have never regretted anything more than the choice I made in May of last year. I'm not one to regret anything, ever. But this...this I regret. I was stupid. I was foolish. I...I didn't really know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. Something was blocking my brain and I ruined...everything. And now... I live alone. I only get her on the weekends. And I hate it. I HATE IT. Every time she leaves I cry. I cry and I cry and I cry. Life loses its luster when she's gone. I just force myself to trudge through the work week so I can make it to that twenty four hours I get to spend with her.
I want her back. I want him back. I want my life back. I want my family.
This isn't living.
This is dying.