Chesty... that is what we always will be. Even if I never speak with you again. You have helped me tremendously by showing that you are not afraid of life's greatest difficulties. This, in turn, has helped my faith. It helps me to be strong when things get tough for me... helps me to not run away, but face my feelings head on. You know?
I wish that I could tell you all that is going on for me right now... but I have to sort it out for myself, Chesty.
I know what I want, but I am afraid to ask for it.... I am afraid that I will be rejected. It hurts. It hurts a lot.
But then I see you post up and it gives me faith... faith in myself: faith in my strength as a mother and as a decent human being. I know that I am quite wonderful and have so much to offer all that are around me... but still I am afraid. Chesty, what if it isn't enough? What if I fall short? What if he doesn't love me as much as I do him? What if he doesn't even WANT to try? Then what? What if he tells me that he doesn't even WANT TO TRY?
I will NEVER run from my girls... those days are so long behind me that I can't even remember what brought me to those feelings. I mean that sincerely. I am fighting for them AND my home now and will continue to do so.... FOREVER.
But that doesn't mean that I don't want to have a lonnnnnng, calm, sloooooooow chance with him.
I feel that he thinks the two are mutually exclusive, Chesty and I don't know what to do.
I never flat out TOLD HIM that I want to try.... I was afraid that he didn't want me. I am afraid that he has already given up because he thinks that I would be better off without him... without even trying.
If he were ANYBODY ELSE, Chesty, I could forget him in a heartbeat. Honestly, I could. But it's too late... I love him and I know that he loves me.. but we are too fucking chicken shit to even try - hell, we're even too afraid to TELL each other.