When I was initially ripped to pieces, I never thought I would survive. The pain was devastating. But with each piece that I put back together, I can see the strength being restored….piece by piece.
On the 27th of this month, it will be a year since I heard from P. The first time he disappeared, he magically reappeared 5 months later. That little stunt gave me false hope that he would reappear after this 2nd disappearance. That has not happened. On the 27th of this month, I will exhange the comma for a period and walk away from the closed door.