Its been a while.

But I signed on to speak.

To you.

Now that I’m here, I’m not sure what to say. Its been a hard day though. I’m pretty sure my relationship is at its end. If she said its over, I don’t think I’d be sad.

Honestly, it might be a relief.

I feel like I’ve poured so much of myself into this relationship, and that I can’t keep holding the pieces of it together. Losing myself for what?

I’m not in a good place, and I can see that, I know that. There is also no relief in sight. The mini moments of solitude like this are a nice reprieve; what does that say about the state of things?

…………………………………….. Tear Here …………………………………………………………………

Hey Thursday,

Just writing to check in, as friends do! I hope you have some exciting plans coming up for this summer! We just got back from a camping trip, which was pretty nice, can’t complain about the weather for that one, even the kids had a pretty good time. They all got sick though, I’m sure there is a rule out there, or a principal – ‘No good time left unpunished’. Its like some kind of Catch 22 or something.

I’ve been hitting the Stan Rogers again, so good! I think I’m going to try to learn the Witch of Westmorland on mandolin. I’m not very good at the mandolin yet, but its coming along, I finally paid for some online classes which have been fun, its difficult to find some free time and some quiet though to really get into the lessons, but here and there progress is made!

Maybe I’ll see you around this summer? I have a few plans/events bringing me to your neck of the woods. It would be nice to grab a coffee, have a passing word. Against all odds, I miss you still, I shouldn’t, but I do.

Its late for me here now, good night Thursday.

D.M.