Some days I’m ok. I don’t feel sad that you don’t talk to me. Don’t feel weepy. In fact I have healthy and happy thoughts.
Do wonder how you are and what you are doing and how you are feeling.
and reach for the phone to call you . . . as if you will take my call, just like you used to. Or you’d text me back and say “what’s up?”
But then it comes back to me . . . and instead of going into a depressed state I enjoy being in this shock like state and forgetting that you don’t want to talk to me, because it often, if not always, does not make sense to me.
I hope you are having a good life. Miss you. . . .
About Sandy
I was married at age 19 and had my son when I was 24 years old. When he was nearly 2 years old I decided to leave my husband. We had nothing in common. I was so lonely. He was an avid hunter and fisherman and while I tried to get into hunting and fishing it just was not my thing. While I was thrilled to be a mom, I spent many lonely weekends with my son.
Ironically when I separated from my husband, my husband fought for sole custody and moved my son 1,000 miles away from me. I paid child support and found ways to be with my son throughout the years. We developed a wonderful relationship and he grew into a responsible young man.
When he was 26 years old his grandfather passed away and he decided to cut me out of his life . . . I set up this website to find some type of solace and speak to my son . . .
Reblogged this on Silence Outloud and commented:
not in shock anymore. But loved this. . . instead of going into a depressed state I enjoy being in this shock like state and forgetting that you don’t want to talk to me . . .