Day 1: Destination

Day 1:
We'll call this Day 1. I have no way to describe the range of emotions I've felt over the past 24 hours. I guess I was more upset than I thought.

My stomach is in knots.

I slept in my car at a rest area last night.

I turned off her cell phone.

I joined a gym.

I shaved my head.

I wrote her a letter.

I slept all evening.

I haven't eaten anything.

I tried to call my therapist's office to make an appointment this afternoon, but they close early on Fridays. I'll have to call back on Monday.

I'm not really sure why any of these things are occurring. Maybe I'm trying to convince myself that she isn't in control of my life.

I found out last night that she is done with me. Apparently I am nothing to her anymore. That was quick. So I stole the diary she had been keeping since Monday and read it. I am an asshole. At least I know now where I stand.

What do you do? Move on, I suppose.... although I don't really know how.

She's staying here until she gets an apartment. In all honestly, I still don't mind her being here. I just wish it would come soon, but it probably won't be until the winter. I just want to sleep the next 6 months of my life away until she's gone.