There is a hurt so deep, so profound that no amount of “I’m sorrys” or “I never meants” may ever heal it. A hurt so pronounced that you see the storm raging within, even as you laugh. A coldness falls over you. A new cynicism takes root. And when you realize the bit of peace you thought you possessed never really was, all you see is blind rage.
This will not be a stress-free recovery. Your stomach feels foreign. After you shower, you stand in the mirror and stare. Poke. Wait for it to look familiar. Trace the dissolving stitches in hopes of feeling something. Anything. Still numb. You’re not supposed to be lifting anything heavier than five pounds.You lifted about thirty at several points throughout the day. Your mother, who you...
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shityourtvtellsyou: Now, Love Actually is a great film and everyone has their favorite story arc within it. Most people’s favorite story arc is the tale of Mark, Juliet, and Peter. Most of these people, usually female, take it upon themselves to claim that they want men to do sweet things… This? Totally on point, and why I kinda hated “Love, Actually.”