Running fast into a brickwall

I’ve never been one to understand limits. I would literally lose my arm before I admit fire burns. That’s how I’ve taken my divorce. I can’t admit to myself it’s over with my ex. Hell, it was over for everyone but me a week after separating with her.

This past weekend was a rough time. For some reason rougher than the last few Christmas alone. Maybe I have come to the burnt nub stage of understanding.

I just don’t want to give up, but I’m fighting for the impossible.