I am sick of myself
Dear loved ones,
I am sick of myself. I am sick of chasing my divine masculine and sending him messages, which he never responds to in any way. Sick of my craving for his attention. Sick of wanting to be loved by someone who doesn’t love me back.
I need to turn this all around and start fresh with someone new, or no one at all. Why am I so weak? I lasted 10 years without any affection or love or sexual activity from my second husband. You would think I would be used to this neglect and just brush it off.
Maybe I fell in love with the wrong divine masculine. Oh, he has made me heal myself and look deep and purge all the pain and crap hidden inside. Yes, he has done his job and now I feel brand new and sexy as fuck.
Yes, I am sick of myself and I think you are getting sick of me too. All this moaning and groaning about loving someone who is emotionally unavailable. I will stop now and go back out on the balcony and lay in the sun. Maybe next time I will have something more worthwhile to say. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane