Robbie and I talked until 4:00am this morning. Work called and woke me up at 6am. I am so tired.
He invited me up to his house. I agreed to fly. I don’t know what got into me. Flying absolutely terrifies me. I’ve flown once, with my dad. I told him I’d fly if he got a tattoo. I never thought he would get a tattoo but he did so I flew. I was so scared and said I’d never do it again.
Now I’m going to fly to Robbie’s. Is this my life? Luke just died. I feel bad because I don’t feel bad. I was a good wife and mother. I loved Luke. But I want to live my life.