I'm down 23 lbs since I started. I should be happy, right? I guess this "feeling sick", "can't eat", "lack of sleep" and "worrying" stuff is paying off. Hooray, I should patent this diet.
I'm also cleaning the house like a mad woman. It started on Saturday (wonder why). I've washed floors, cleaned out and washed the refrigerator, scrubbed the bathroom high and low. I guess that it's Penance for what I have done, but a immaculate household cannot wash away my mistake. The memories remain.
Another problem is that Chloe's having a Labor Day barbecue at her house this weekend. She invited all her neighbors, family and friends. I would rather stay home and avoid seeing anybody, like I have all week. I'm afraid that they will see the guilt in my eyes. I don't want to face them, however, I will have to go because Derek is looking forward to it, and I don't want to let him down. Plus, Chloe is my best female friend, and I don't want to let her down either. I just have to put on my happy face and act like I am not dying inside.
I guess that I don't have to worry about T being there. I'm sure that Chloe invited him, although he is still MIA. Will he ever come back?
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