I might feel better if I could go for a walk, but I'm not supposed to since I'm still recovering from surgery. Even though Nathan said we weren't supposed to have any contact, it still is the type of thing you should do, you know, check on someone after surgery. Starting to think he was just a waste of time. Too young. Too different. Too into World of Warcraft and not ready for a family or a real relationship. Makes me feel even worse that I ever believed in him. Should have known it wouldn't work out.
Citalopram still on board, but not sure about its effects on me. Still waking up during the night, but not checking the time anymore. Still losing weight, but that might be because I haven't been able to eat much after surgery.
Mom called several times yesterday to let me know of several plans she has to make sure we (her daughters) have money. Makes me feel bad because I treated her horribly in the past, all in defense of Nathan. It's a learning experience then. I'll certainly think twice before I decide to cast off my family for something as insignificant as a "man."
I think I swallowed one of my sutures. Feels like it's stuck in my throat.
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