Feb 03
2016
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I don’t think about him that much any more. Well, until he sent me a great long email late last night, which I found agitating. But leave that aside, I don’t think of him that much. My mind is stiller, though he still occupies a bit too much of it, too much of the time. No longer in a panicky way, definitely not in a wanting him back way, more a kind of musing about how things turned out and why.
Home now is quite a long way out of town, and I don’t often have occasion to go in. The fare alone is crippling while I am still not working and struggling to pay bills. But funnily enough,