I'm terrified. Not of her. Of fucking up what's most likely going to be my last shot at happiness.
Thoughts, prayers, etc. would be greatly appreciated.
Now the bunny is headed to bed. The emotional toll this whole mess has taken has worn me the fuck out. I'm too old for this kind of drama.
Not that I imagine I'll be sleeping much, with the fretting and the feeling sick to my stomach. But I feel like I should at least attempt to go through the motions.
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