Sorry about the lack of posts, just isn’t much to say. So i’m focusing on the house, (we bought a money pit and I’m looking into the next round of fixes), making ice cream – maple with wet walnuts this weekend, work, everything but how I feel about olive.
lost. Sad. Angry. Hurt. Stalled. Sorry. Heartbroken.
I had no idea I’d feel this heartbroken for so long. I knew I’d feel a lot of things for a long time. But the numbness of the pure and utter heartbreak persists.
So I go about my days filling the empty spaces with quoting things we likely won’t have done any time soon and planning what ice cream to make next.
Because I’m still craving the damn ice cream. And in craving it I get to feel things are just as they were before the numbness. Before the were not.
Before the heartbreak.