I have these crazy, stupid fantasies.
Like, one day, I will be free from this … this whatever it is.
Like, one day, someone will actually love me.
I feel so crazy.
But I really don’t want to be crazy.
I want to be loved.
Please don’t tell me that I have to love myself first.
My therapist is helping me with that.
Please don’t tell me that God and Jesus love me. I know They do. Christ died for me.
I want someone, a real, live, warm, human man, to sleep with at the end of the day and to actually share the ups and downs of life.
Is that too much to ask?
A few days ago, my brother-in-law (my sister’s husband) was being really encouraging. He told me that I was a wonderful, wonderful woman. He told me that I was worth loving.