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I have been blogging about grief for weeks because I don’t feel heard. I want David to understand how much he hurt me when he left me in Israel. I literally went crazy. I stopped sleeping. I spent every Shabbat sobbing. I think the only reason I avoided being institutionalized just then was because he left his dirty pajama top. Nothing could calm me except the smell of that shirt. But I will never get the closure I need because David is a narcissist. He didn’t really love me and a very long time has passed. I’m happy to say that