Late last night, I walked the streets of Capitol Hill literally talking to myself out loud.
“She doesn’t love you. She doesn’t love you. She never loved you. She’s not coming back.”
I said each one of those to myself out loud literally hundreds of times.
I needed to hear it.
Even the street people asking for spare change gave me one look and moved on.
Thankfully, I was finally able to have some peace and get a good night’s sleep.
I am slowly but surely coming to grips with the reality that I so want to deny.