He will move on, and so will I. But right now, I need to accept that seven years was a long time to figure out that my relationship with him was going nowhere.
I realized that I was abusing alcohol in all the wrong ways, and just like an addict, I was numbing parts of me. I was numbing my life away on weekends and how I felt in my body.
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“WTF is going on with my scale?” “How the hell did I gain weight?” “Oh shit, I weighed myself just before my period.” “Oh, I went down 2 lbs; today will be a good day.” “God dam it, why the f*ck won't make the number move.” “The scale is a BITCH” “Wow, down 3 lbs;… Continue reading WEIGHT- IN WEDNESDAY: THAT SCALE IS A BITCH