One week after I moved to Atlanta, I felt the rug pulled out from under me. He called to say he had to rush Sadie Sammiches, our sweet pitbull mix who genuinely looked like an alien baby, to the emergency vet because she was yelping in pain. The staff ran some x-rays to locate the source. The next afternoon, the doctor called my cell while I was covering the reception desk. She’d tried reaching him first, but when he didn’t answer, she called the secondary number. I sat there

It’s not the break up, it’s what has happened since then that has destroyed me. And when I say I am destroyed, I am not being dramatic. I have cried every single day for 5 weeks. Some days, all I have done is cry. I am debilitated. I cannot sleep, eat, or properly function for basic household tasks. I pace trying to figure out what to do next, whether I should do anything at all. Should I go write from a coffee shop? Should I try to meet a friend? Call a friend? Should I go h

Edit: This was written in 2021. We had a big fight after she said she had been thinking about her first girlfriend whom she dated in 2018 very briefly. We broke up. She asked me to come back. I did. A cycle we continued for 6.5 years. Without you, I fell asleep for an hour and had a dream with you in it. It felt so real. It was sad and scary. I forced myself to wake up because it was making me tremble. I opened my eyes, but the reality is even worse. I told you once that I wo