May forever be my last post here... or anywhere...
I feel sick. I feel... dead...
There is no real easy way to say any of this. I have posted some things that have been going on, but never have I ever really gotten into detail. To be honest I don't know how much time I have to do this, so I am going to try to make this quick.
He and I had a long long long talk today... the talk of all talks.
The woman he has been talking to has gone through a divorce. He was talking to her to get a general idea what to expect. His cousin has been through 2 of them. He want to know what he is going to be going through if he makes a final decision. Apparently, he has been thinking about this a long time. Longer than I realized. But it explains a great deal of things. He was thinking of giving me about one more year to see how things worked. by then the Air Force would be ready to move him again. He was going to do what he could to get stationed closer to my home state in Michigan. In doing so, it would make it easier for me to pack what I owned and move .... I don't know where.... I don't have anything really back at home anymore. My mother is getting married and will have her own place that is most likely going to be smaller and there wouldn't be room for me. On top of that...
He said he was going to take our girls from me...
First he says he's thinking divorce... then he tells me he is going to take away the one last thing I have left to live for. He and the girls were my life. If I lose them all...
He said I would have my mom... but for how long? And how does that ease the pain of losing my daughters?
I have a year to do... something... anything... I don't know yet what I am going to do... but I have a year... maybe- he said he wasn't sure yet....
I want to get sick... I stood in the pool with my daughters and all I could think of was going under and never coming back up... I come inside and avoid the bathroom because I wonder how many pills it would take to make a fouth attempt actually work. I can't go near the kitchen because I know Eric just sharpened the knives... I want to hang on to hope... but my heart tells me that he has already come to a decision and that it's over no matter what I do.
I asked him if he loved me... even just a little...
He said he wasn't sure. He said I was still a great friend, but he wasn't sure he felt the same for me anymore...
God... I can't watch everything I love be torn from me... This can't be happening... This can't... It's a dream right? Just a horrible dream that I will wake up from at any given minute? Please, God tell me it's a dream... PLEASE.... I can't live without them... just the thought of it kills me more and more every minute...
I'm scared... Of what may happen.. but most of all... I am scared of what I might do...
My thoughts are growing too dark to control... I'm afraid that no one will be able to pull me from this... They will try... But I am not as strong as they think... I am very weak... and growing weaker.... It's up to God now... His decision as to what happens...
There is no real easy way to say any of this. I have posted some things that have been going on, but never have I ever really gotten into detail. To be honest I don't know how much time I have to do this, so I am going to try to make this quick.
He and I had a long long long talk today... the talk of all talks.
The woman he has been talking to has gone through a divorce. He was talking to her to get a general idea what to expect. His cousin has been through 2 of them. He want to know what he is going to be going through if he makes a final decision. Apparently, he has been thinking about this a long time. Longer than I realized. But it explains a great deal of things. He was thinking of giving me about one more year to see how things worked. by then the Air Force would be ready to move him again. He was going to do what he could to get stationed closer to my home state in Michigan. In doing so, it would make it easier for me to pack what I owned and move .... I don't know where.... I don't have anything really back at home anymore. My mother is getting married and will have her own place that is most likely going to be smaller and there wouldn't be room for me. On top of that...
He said he was going to take our girls from me...
First he says he's thinking divorce... then he tells me he is going to take away the one last thing I have left to live for. He and the girls were my life. If I lose them all...
He said I would have my mom... but for how long? And how does that ease the pain of losing my daughters?
I have a year to do... something... anything... I don't know yet what I am going to do... but I have a year... maybe- he said he wasn't sure yet....
I want to get sick... I stood in the pool with my daughters and all I could think of was going under and never coming back up... I come inside and avoid the bathroom because I wonder how many pills it would take to make a fouth attempt actually work. I can't go near the kitchen because I know Eric just sharpened the knives... I want to hang on to hope... but my heart tells me that he has already come to a decision and that it's over no matter what I do.
I asked him if he loved me... even just a little...
He said he wasn't sure. He said I was still a great friend, but he wasn't sure he felt the same for me anymore...
God... I can't watch everything I love be torn from me... This can't be happening... This can't... It's a dream right? Just a horrible dream that I will wake up from at any given minute? Please, God tell me it's a dream... PLEASE.... I can't live without them... just the thought of it kills me more and more every minute...
I'm scared... Of what may happen.. but most of all... I am scared of what I might do...
My thoughts are growing too dark to control... I'm afraid that no one will be able to pull me from this... They will try... But I am not as strong as they think... I am very weak... and growing weaker.... It's up to God now... His decision as to what happens...




























































