I have been so sensitive this past week.
I have cried every single day, multiple times a day. On the drive home, with friends, at work. Ending up sobbing in a ball on my shower floor cause i just couldn’t be strong anymore.
I have been flooded by memories of Franco and the life we were supposed to have.
I am a disaster zone and everything is a mess.
I have been trying to move forward and it’s causing destruction on my heart.
I have been reorganizing my house.
I took down pieces from his memorial wall and replaced them with every day items. I’ve been playing with paint colors to paint our room, my loft and bathroom. To prepare for my “Legacy of Love” wall.
It feels like a betrayal of him. Like I’m starting to remove him from my life. I know that isn’t true but it doesn’t stop the guilt from drowning me.
I’ve reached out to close friends to help me to go through his clothes that are hanging in the closet. To love me through it and make it a good day not one filled with reminders of loss.
I know that this is for the best and needs to happen but why does it have to be so damn hard.
Why can’t it be easier?
Am I making it harder then it needs to be?
Am I holding on to this pain because I am terrified to be happy again?
I am terrified that if I allow myself to feel again, to fall in love again……that person will be ripped from my life cause I’m not meant to actually be happy or loved.
So instead I find men who I can have very little emotional connection with so I can feel safe and secure.
My heart is safely locked away so deep behind my walls that it’s impossible for anyone to find but then I am in agony that I can’t trust again.
I want to have a story book romance and I also want to remain detached. I know I can’t have it both ways and it’s tearing me apart.
I can’t handle another “what are you looking for” from another man.
Cause this girl right here has no idea and probably has no right to be in your life, just fucking up your world with her indecisiveness.
I am doing the best that I can but lately it’s definitely not good enough.