Today was a day. Good day? Bad day? A day. There is no normal, ordinary day any more. I cry without warning and don't want to be who I am. I can't work and feel guilty for not working. I wish I had died and TOm had lived. He would know what to do.
I need to find a different house but I don't want what I can afford. They are nasty, small houses. I want to move around, invite family over, and feel comfortable where I am. Why did he leave me in this position? Why am I alone? Why am I still here?
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