This morning I am angry. I am emotional and exhausted and done. I am done with this whole process. I feel so burnt out and emotionally drained. My reserves are running on empty.

I know, logically, that this is normal. I know logically that this is all part of the process of separating myself from him, while yet keeping myself attached. I know that the lines of life keep right on drawing forward and it doesn't really matter if his line is superimposed on mine. He is there. I am here. It is what it is. I know all of this logically. I have done this before and I know I'll get through it.

Emotionally... emotionally it's a completely different ballgame. Emotionally I slept terribly last night. Emotionally this morning I can't seem to stop crying. Emotionally I don't want to talk to, be near, see, hear, or communicate with anyone but him. Emotionally I want to pull the comforters over my head or drink myself into oblivion so that I don't have to live this day. Emotionally I want to give in to the agony that is washing over me in this moment, right now. Emotionally I am tired of pretending and hoping. I just don't feel like doing it right now.

I truly am feeling sorry for myself. I don't have any positive tidbits to offer you today. I don't have any love and fluff to dish out. I feel like crap. I am so drained. I miss him.