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I stewed the whole way home and when I reached your arms I felt I could let my grief show. You tried to hug me but my whole body rejected it as if my very skin had become numb while my heart felt so heavy. You had surprised me with breakfast after a weekend apart. The gesture destroyed me even more because I was in place where I couldn't accept any love. I ran to the bed and locked the door and shut you out of my pain. I hated to burden you with my feelings. As so often I let them consume me. I couldn't find a way out of my tortured emotions. Two days later, on a Monday morning I told you I would take my life after you left to work. And obviously concerned, you stayed behind and tried to comfort me. I turned to the bottle instead and drank away my sorrows until it numbed my insides. In a drunken haze, I found a modicum of hope and gave you reassurances that I wouldn't follow through with my plan. I can only imagine what it was like for you to see me like that. I knew that seeing me in pain caused you pain because you wanted me to feel your love. And all I did was reject it.