Ewe P.1
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SLPewe[OP]
14.05.2019 00:33
LinkAlrighty letās see,
Adrian sat on the edge of her bed. Legs dangling down she reached for the phone to silence the alarm. Looking around the cluttered room she smiled. Everything looked so different. Everything was so different. It had been a whole season since John left. The words kept replaying in her head. āIām doneā he said. In the seconds the words had hit her the acid in her stomach had built and she had to move from the squishy couch to the kitchen where she gripped the countertop for support. It didnt even seem real, it still didnāt even though months had passed.
The bedroom had a romantic feel that it never had before. The sheer white curtains draped across the tall windows and since John had left the shades were always up. Succulents housed in terra-cotta pots hung from hemp hangers and the coldness of the room seemed to be less noticeable. The gray walls were brightened by pixie lights cascading from window to window along three wal
walls. Turning the king size bed to face the door had brought a sense of safety to the space and a season of tidying up episodes had prompted a purge of clothing and personal items. āFunny I donāt even really remember what was tossedā she thought. Itās crazy how much time you can spend tending to things that donāt even matter. The bed was big and empty but soft and warm. More than a reasonable amount of pillows now inhabited the space and though sheād never admit it they were responsible for the permanent kink in her neck. Physical pain actually brought her comfort and control while it fought out the emotional pain in her brain. She took a moment to admire the charcoal headboard she had recently completed. After crawling around under the porch one day the stacks of dirty shutters had sparked a creative idea. The cobweb covered shutters were in a corner by the deck chairs. The cold dirt had formed ripples from the water flowing under the house and an old black garden hose had made her jump when she
Thereās so much at stake right now. I feel like everywhere I look thereās entropy. Marriages falling apart things breaking down and itās easy to get sucked in. I have several shows and a book that are allowing me to just wallow in sadness. My husband left me. I should move on though right? He has made it clear that he doesnāt want to work on things and thereās been a hint of something or someone that has made this decision for him fairly solid. Iām more undecided. I fall back on what I know and whatās comfortable but that has held back my ability to grow. What if all thatās happening to me is simply meant to build me up? What if this pain and this suffering, this gut wrenching sadness is a path to real happiness?
Iāve told the story a million times. Somehow as a little girl the details of it seemed important. Like somehow I knew it was the foundation for a great love story. My older sister Anna was an adorable child. She had dark brown long hair and beautiful blue eyes. Thereās 4 years be
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