Carrie
Remember that episode in the Sex and The City movie when Carrie slept for days in what was supposed to be her honeymoon suite? I wish I could do that. The reality is that I have a job and I need to work. I can’t wallow as much as I would like to.
So I operate on auto-pilot and try to not look so awfully broken-hearted.
When I get home, I let the smile go. I daydream. I hurt.
I curl up in my bed, take a Tylenol PM, and wash it down with some wine.
Goodnight. To. My. Reality. Sleep, sleep, dream…
At 6am I am jolted by my alarm, which likes to remind me that I’m in this bed alone.
Then the hurting begins all over again.
What an awful cycle heartbreak provides.
🙁 Hang in there. That’s all I have to say, Carrie. (That’s what I’m going to call you). Cause I remember exactly what you are talking about, since that was the same exact thing. Mr. Big couldn’t come out the car, he couldn’t talk to Carrie (as we saw so many times in the shows) and just be like Carrie, I am nervous as hell. He called when she and the girls were having their ..
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.. slumber party, but couldn’t even say the words. All you can do is to take one day a time. But the best thing is that by working you are distracted and not seeing online and thinking and thinking or looking out the window, listening to the songs that you love together. Cause even if you don’t have the heart even to put in work, at least you are out. And about.
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It is quite an awful cycle..
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