For just a moment, for just this moment, my relationship choices mean that I am going to bed alone, when what I want, and even need, is to be tucked in by hands who love me, and shushed when I argue that I’m not sleepy.
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October 11, 2015 at 3:54 am
God damn. The endless longing.
October 12, 2015 at 7:20 am
I know….I only get tucked in 2 nights a week myself.
It can feel very lonely.