yeah, i've got nothing new and intriguing to write about.
'same shit, different toilet.'

everything is just bleh. when my friends found about us losing the baby, they all said they'd be there for me whenever i wanted to talk, as any good friend would, right? Jay is really the only person i've talked to about everything i'm feeling; he's always been the one person i can talk to about anything. obviously, he's going through the same thing as i am and of course we talk about that- we're a 2-man support system.

i know my constant meltdowns aren't making the process of grieving and healing any easier for him, so i've tried talking to others instead of laying all of this heavy stuff on him every day and night. i've come to realize those people i thought were my friends really aren't. every time i call someone, i get dismissed the moment i start talking about how difficult this whole experience has been and still is.

as i mentioned in the previous post, nights are really rough for me i understand that this isn't something everyone can relate to and nothing they say is gonna make things better, but i'm just asking for someone to at least pretend to listen and show some empathy. i'm definitely not getting that from the people who claim to be friends of mine. that's very disappointing.

i guess i should find a therapist who works nights.

Labels: baby business, my love, this is who i am

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