Ugh, fuck. Really struggling with my food again this morning. Two small bites in, & I wanna toss it. I can feel the sadness building, but I haven’t cried yet. I wanna say I feel like I’m getting there, as far as not being as devastated over (ex)Hubby. But I’m sure it’ll be a long time. I miss him so fucking much. I miss his arms around me. I miss his comfort & love. I became too dependent on that comfort & love, though. I’ve been too depressed & riddled with anxiety for too long; his embrace was the only thing that put my mind at any ease. And it didn’t even help 100%.