I feel all choked up, like the walking wounded.
It happened so quickly and suddenly last evening, that I’ve not yet had time to process it.
A man I trusted, with my spirit and body, let me down, disappointed me, turned on me.
I’m angry and hurt. Feeling shaken up. Not yet knowing where to go, what to do next.
Not a single person living in Ubud right now knows.
I called OJ last night in tears.
B came by (we made plans the day before) so we went out for dinner; she asked why the sad face but I couldn’t share with her.
I teared up again this morning in yoga. I couldn’t share with my teacher either.
I feel alone in this sadness, this wilting, this feeling of emptiness and tears that like a leaky faucet, drip without end.
Full moon (purnama) tonight. May you shine down on me & show me the way…