Chapter Six (3)
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name, and he wanted no reminders of our time together. Unable to care for myself I moved in with Beth. I didn’t go to work, I didn’t speak, and Beth hired a nurse to stay with me, because I wouldn’t speak or shower. I slept all day, and the nurse would wake me up to try and feed me. I wanted to die. Beth had made a room for me in the spare bedroom on the second floor. Everything was pink. She would come in and check up on me several times during the day. At night she would lay down next to me, and tell me the same stories she told me when we were children. I wanted so badly to reach out for her, to hold her hands in my own and tell her how much I loved her. But I couldn’t make the words come out. The stabbing pains were all over my scalp, inside of my eyes, a
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