In between all the other bullshit happening today, I stop to read an article about a French film/book called "Le Cliente". It centers around the new acceptance in French culture of older women getting a sexual revolution: they're going after the sex for pleasure. That's the gist of the article...Well, I read down to the last section and the characters in the book are described: the female protagonist's name is Mr. W's pet name for me. I just welled up and cried right there.

Not keeping current with posts. Some neutral days and some severely distressed days in the mix. I still miss him - the 1 year gone date passed and the week leading up was tough to get through. I feel pretty hopeless and stuck thinking that's the best I was ever going to get. Look at the dregs that I have to compare it with!

more advice column trimmings:

I know it's hard to walk away from someone you love, but it's time to start thinking about walking toward something better. You deserve a man who loves you just as passionately as you love him. When you find it, you will see that reciprocated love is so much more deep and fulfilling than one-sided love.