22 Tasha
He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t realise that he f****d up and caused all this. That’s what upsets me the most. If I thought there was even the slightest chance that one day he might understand, that’d be okay. That’d be a glimmer of hope. Something to work towards. But with Nick there’s nothing. I sometimes wonder whether he’s autistic or something.
It was a very strange feeling taking the medication again for the first time. I was transported back to those dark days, yet I felt oddly soothed by it. It provided some sort of solace, a reminder of a time when things were horrendous but at least they were sure. I knew where we stood. Now there’s nothing.
I pull the duvet over my head and enjoy the darkness. Enjoy sounds like an odd word to use, but the darkness is comforting. It’s h
