February 6, 2011
So she had made up her mind. Still feeling sick with the heavy knot in the stomach, with the choking sensation at the throat, and the tiredness, so overpowering, no energy for kindness. She made her mind up, and she finally said it. They were splitting. He will move out, and she move elsewhere. Talked until the small hours, again. The following day she went to sleep at seven, and slept for twelve hours straight, without so much as stirring. Woke up a bit lighter. Every day, feeling a bit lighter. Perhaps there is a chance at happiness after all.