A question without answer
Bumped into Ivan, a friend of DH at the car workshop. In fact, he saw our car when he passed by, so he came in to say “hi” to the workshop guy so he won’t cut my throat. I told him that nothing major like replacing the Civic Radiator, just changing the lubricant and oil filter. :-)
Ivan asked when is he coming back here. Honestly, I am equally blurry. That’s a question that I wished I have the answer. I have given up asking for a date or a plan. Plan and schedule apparently are not found in some dictionaries and have different connotations in some other dictionaries. One thing I am pretty sure is a plan is not a plan when the dates keep shifting. Honestly, I don’t really know the person I am married to.
It’s going to be our anniversary of living apart. Desperation and hopelessness moved in the spare bedroom for months. Through thick and thin, my family were there to support and encourage, and I learned the reality of human hearts and who were the people I should never associate with.
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