Things were wonderful in the beginning. I felt supported, like someone “had my back.” I slept like a baby, and woke without a care in the world.
And then things gradually deflated.
No more sleeping like a baby. I would toss and turn in bed, whispering “why? what have I done to lose you?” and cry softly, my pain intensifying every night. Our relationship went from friendly and supportive to flat and distant. I was heartbroken and in pain.
But no more. It ends this week.
I need a new pillow.