You’re sleeping right now, probably dreaming of a commercial free adventure with the Little Einstein’s and a world where Daddy and I are still very much in love and continuosly playing with you.
Here the latter will always happen but our love for each other has fizzled down into a platonic coparenting inhabitant for you.
But mommy has some secrets, some that she can only share with the confines of her journal and maybe in a friend with a open heart and a open ear. I don’t love myself, and this has nothing to do with my love for Daddy but it makes it hard for her to believe others love for her. That one days others will love her.