Three days ago, I was giggling, playful child. Today, that
girl is gone. I feel like a part of me has died, been laid to rest, and I don’t
know if it’s because of learning about my past and facing it or if it’s because
I killed her during our marital fights. I’d like to believe it was through
learning and not spite, but I’m not sure myself.
It’s strange not to feel a part of myself anymore. I’m here.
I exist. But part of me is missing, just the one part. The laughter and
jubilant part of myself is missing. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with
this. I know how to act around others and what to do around the house and how
to work. But how do I enjoy life when a piece of me has been extinguished?
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