I felt better about deleting this page earlier in the day.
Voices have been saying all kinds of things.
That you’re trying to help me get over you.
That someone never wants to be you.
That you’d make me wish I never wanted to be your husband.
I felt better earlier in the day, like I took another step closer to moving on, leaving this all in the past, in a book or something.
Maybe I will. The Spotify page will still be there, but maybe I’ll make that a list too for the book.
I just need a clean break.
Maybe my medication is finally working as intended, I don’t know, but I feel good.
I feel better.