There’s no reason for me to believe the conspiracy theories floating around my mind that I’m not consciously thinking up myself.
It would be better for me to consider that last xanga message, and recognize your husband and the family you’ve started with him.
I think of all the things I do, the hobbies I have and with my limited knowledge of you, if we could have ever met somewhere in the middle and enjoy things together.
Granted, every relationship isn’t “perfect” like couples don’t always sync hobbies and it’s that frustrating aspect of things that make me think we could have worked.
But that’s in the past now, and it doesn’t appear to be apart of the future.
Like I can push past the idea of “getting back together” at least be a few steps ahead of it and then, maybe this time, come back to voices because I was careless and forgot my medication for a few nights because I was over-tired.
So I guess the solution to giving this up for good is to have some sure fire method to remember my pills, something that I can ignore.
Something…