Especially when the man-whore who should apologize, dates everything that moves. Not even dating, flaunting and screwing. I feel sick most days. It isn’t that I mean to let him be everything, even after he attacked me. I'm stronger than that, and I have more self-respect than that. It isn’t that I mean to let him ruin my life. My life is more important that that. It's that I can't shake him. He's shaken me like it was nothing. I was nothing. I feel like nothing. Depression isn’t the right word. All consuming is the right way to say it. Michelle is curled around me twirling my hair. Mona is making a collage of the pictures of us on poster board. If my mom could read it she would be disappointed. I don’t need magical picture reading skills to see the lost hollow look in my eyes. Even in the pictures I don’t remember, because I was so drunk, I can see it. The look. No matter how hard I try and no matter what I do, he is everything. He is my life. The piece of my soul that broke off and went with him was bigger than the piece that stayed, and I am broken.
