lost at sea...
The most difficult thing about divorce is the lonesomeness that follows… the entirety of the relationship… when all is said and done… when there is nothing left to say… all that remains fills your every waking hour in horror stifling stillness… no one person can fill this unrelenting emptiness that accompanies such an event… absolutely no one thing fills the void… the loneliness that follows is painstakingly sad and surreal… there is nothing left to hold onto… not one person anywhere who you can talk to that can completely comprehend and understand what you are thinking, feeling, and enduring… it is a loss unlike anything before… worse than a death, because you are still alive dealing with this abandonment… in death there is burial… acceptance seems ever unavailing… I wish this upon no one… I am grasping for air… fervently reaching out to hold onto anything… instead I find absolutely nothing… I’m drowning… in a sea of tears…
They say… "it happens every day…" but, not every day to me…
I am so alone in this storm... this wave encompassing my everliving fears...
