One week. Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours.
How could I up and disappear like that? How could I be so insensitive? Don't I know that I have readers?
Yeah, well, my readers will just have to deal with it. It happened, and it's ongoing, despite any evidence this entry may present to the contrary.
It just wasn't working. Too many temptations. Too many reminders. Too many opportunities. For self-pity, and failure, and stupidity.
My life was broken.
So the first thing I did was send an email. One that was long-overdue.
After that, I stopped.
I stopped as much as I could. I stopped going to facebook, lest I be reminded. I stopped going to Rich O's for the same reason, and also so that I wouldn't be coerced. I stopped drinking, hoping that I wouldn't get into one of those moods. I stopped writing here, so I wouldn't be tempted to scream.
I stopped all of these things, and more, in an effort to...
I don't really know.
Not to forget, that's for sure. I'll never forget, no matter how badly I want to.
Not to get on with my life. There's no point to that. Humpty Dumpty cannot be reassembled.
Not to get over it. There's no way I'll ever get over it as long as I know that, the next time I see her face, or hear her voice, or even the next time I get an inane email or text message, it will all come rushing back.
I guess, if I have to give a reason, I guess I'm just tired.