Another memorable day forgotten about. Last Thursday was the two year anniversary of our first date. I didn’t realize it until last night. On Friday, I even had another first date at the same place I met The Pilot for our first date, and while I was thinking about that date, I didn’t realize that the anniversary was just the day before.
Today was a bad day. I’m pretty sure I’m PMS’ing, so the hormones are a little ragged. Tears welled up today for the first time in a long while. I still have a hard time reconciling the man I knew, the man I loved, with the man who lied to me, the man who cheated on me, the man who didn’t have the guts to face me, the man who hurt me so badly.
Some days, I actually forget. The planes taking off and landing at night still bother me. I swear they change the flight pattern at the exact moment I turn out the light, so they fly right overhead. There’s nothing to block the sound out, and I can’t help but think about him.
But I’ve finally migrated away from “my side” of the bed.