Saturday was the worst day.
I’ve spent a year trying to get him to admire beauty, just to acknowledge it. And the one time he does i’m trying too hard not to cry to even look at him.
Saturday marked two years since the worst day of my life and I had to pretend I was okay and I was certianly not.
And as we drove through town and he admired the beautiful sky just like I did two years ago I cried and screamed inside and tried to agree that it really did seem unreal and perfect and beautiful but nothing was beautiful to me right then.
And as I walked through the store I felt like everyone was staring at me. And maybe I was imagining it but maybe I really looked as horrified and scared and confused as I felt and so maybe they were.
When he left the room to get me a glass of water I couldn’t help but stare at the dager sitting in the corner and want to grab it and hold it to my own throat, only for a second. Thank God I don’t need that.
I have to be okay now. And I will be. But this is not how I thought things would be.
I miss you Freddie.