Last night was so hard. I cried more than I have in a week or two combined. Everything I had to do after work related to Tom or the lack of him. I was totally surprised that my neighbors didn't call the police when I started screaming. Of course, they were yelling already and probably didn't hear me.
My heart hurts.
Not like a sprain or a strain.
But like somebody is stabbing me with a sharp knife. Cutting through me. Exposing me. I feel exposed and broken. I have not healed yet. Oh God, why?