I woke up this morning with a lump in my throat. My demanding coughs couldn’t nudge the stubborn thick mass that was lodged in my throat. It wouldn’t budge. I didn’t have the strength to force the issue at hand. Since I was able to breathe, I decided to get myself together for the start of the work week. I placed my right hand underneath the back of my right knee. I swung it across my left leg building enough momentum to launch myself upright to the edge of my king size bed.
Oh! What a night I had. Once again, I was outnumbered by my flesh, and Marcus. I spoon fed his insatiable appetite until he collapsed from exhaustion.
Monday morning greeted my flesh and my trusty sidekicks – pain and guilt with no introduction. It entered without as much as a warning. It was here and I had to face it alone.
Marcus was gone. He abandoned our warm cozy king size bed to return to his loving wife and kids in the country. I was left to face the world in double-pain by myself.
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