Don’t treat me like I’m different, don’t treat me like I’ve changed …even though I’m sure I have…of course I have …half of me is gone. But part of me is still here. The me that’s ME…the me that’s me without Richard. Maybe you don’t like that person. I don’t know… I don’t care. I guess I’m finding out who really does.
Don’t treat me like I’m defected now that it’s just me. Only God can take apart what He has put together. And He has taken Richard/Anna apart and now it’s just Anna. Sorry, and yeah I would change it if I could …but I can’t… and I won’t let you.
I guess I’ve entered the angry stage of grieve…can you tell?…lol
You see ME!