It’s just like us to fight. Maybe it our way of making the separation easier. I’m so frustrated with him, he so disgusted with me, that it we lose sight of the opportunity to say “good bye” nicely.
It hurts. I sit here in my room crying over a stupid argument. My head starts to throb again. Emotionally-triggered headaches are becoming too commonplace lately. I can’t take it.
I NEED to run again. But I’ve promised my body a full 4-week break from running and I’ve a week to go. Still, I can’t help but long for the release of a good hard run (or even an easy one).
Afraid of how tomorrow will turn out, I contemplate saving my vacation day for another happier time. But that would just be wrong. Oh…so wrong. I can’t let it end this way.