Week 22.
Not wanting to hear him. He said 'that's the date set for ending'. I held it together really well to say the mess I've been previously. I was angry, hurt etc., but smiled sweetly and said 'Gosh. You've given me something to think about'. My world collapsed (crying again from inside)... BASTARD, CUNT, TWAT you've dumped me. You never meant any of it... 'It's something we'll need to discuss', he went on, 'and will I meet my target deadline?' I smiled. 'There's no end game' he insisted. 'If you feel it's right then we'll agree the date'. (Sobbing now... scrubber Sani's here). I loved/hated but longed for our sessions, you said you cared, I'm not ready yet... got any good tips for survival out there then? What if I put weight on?, who will I dress up for?, where will life's kick come from [now]?. Shit I'm wasting one of my last four(...)