Christmas is a time of year for joy and expressions of joy. My husband left me, I'm trying to get over him. One day at a time.
I guess deep down, I knew he was going to leave me because he never really seemed to act interested anymore. He always seemed bored or just plain disgusted with me. I wish that I could have read his thoughts. Anyway, let me just stop the crying and keep trying to move on.
The new year is up in a few days. Let's see what you've got. A new bag of hope, I hope. A new bag of unconditional love, maybe.
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