I have, for some time, been keeping another blog. Like an electronic version of my red, leather-bound journal. A place just for G. stuff.
It’s just a slice of my life in the immediate aftermath. But recently, I started recording there again. It’s my own stubbornness that keeps me from talking about him openly, so I am trying to make room by writing again. Trying to at least allow the blank screen to indulge me in that.
I think, then, that I’d like to interwine the two, at least going forward. No need to link back to the darkest beginnings, but a new catharsis starting now.