And It helped....a little.
It's past my "bedtime". lol. I had the night off last night and true to form am still recovering from night shift shock. It happens whenever I can stay up all night 5 nights in a row. Then my 2 days off have to somewhat stay up during the day to catch up on laundry, groceries,and well,
life.
I had the opportunity recently to be able lay my head on someone's chest, my head curled up in the crook of their arm.
And it helped...just a little.
I lay listening to the heartbeat of someone who may or may not give a rats azzz about me. Only time will tell.
In my humble opinion he's a hero. Just to sit there with me and let me borrow his shoulder/chest.
Medicine to the weary soul of Sweetie. Now on to the not caring part.
I have found that with every small bit of solace I may find with someone, I must force myself not to "care" in the least little bit, that this person has been so gracious.
Because they always disapear.
It's usually the moment I start wishing they'd hang out more often. Or call more often.
Or acknowledge that they met me.
I know, I know. Sweetie, you're just too frickin' cynical.
But it's an armor that women wear when they've been hurt too much
And it helps... a lot.
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some may call it negative, i would call it realistic.