after last night (which was not good) I woke up early. even after being up late. My brain wouldn't allow me to sleep. I layed in bed curled around my sleeping husband. Just thinking.
I am not as weak as I thought I was.
Some things are worth fighting for.
my family is worth fighting for.
I won't give up.
I refuse to sit by and let it happen.
That is my streangth.
I won't allow myself to belive that we wont always be together. That is giving up.
D said I needed to start accepting the fact that it would happen. To accept it now would be weak. would mean I had done everything and there was no hope.
There is always hope.