I know I can do it, fight, fight, I can do it, I can do it. It's just so hard. I find myself lying down, thinking about it, dreaming that maybe if I talk with him that he will be nice as he can be. Then when I do, the honest, smart part of me fades, I know better. Oh I am so vulnerbale it feels, but yet I know I can do it, I have to.
-------------------- IBS-C and Bloating
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