I know I need to talk about what happened, but it's hard to. It feels as if I'm the only one in the small circle of people I know that has yet to move on. Tonya's not a welcome topic in my life. It's like my friends want to forget about it, my family doesn't want me to "bring myself down" by dwelling on it, and my fiance seems to think that I need to just get over it and go on.
I didn't handle losing her at all. I reacted by hurting myself in any way I could find. I started drinking and spent the remainder of that year looking at myself from the bottom of a bottle of bourbon. I threw myself at a man that I barely knew, and just all around tried hard to destroy myself.
I'm alone here, which is why I searched this place out. I'm terrified to ask anyone else to listen to me-last time I tried, my fiance told me "you've already told me this"-yes I know I did. Apparently I'm just supposed to forget about her, and I really don't want to. I don't want to forget such a bright light in my life, someone who laughed with me during the gory parts of the horror movies, and rode the sketchy carnie rides with me every summer. I want to be able to smile when I think of her, not cry. I'm not there yet. I want my fiance to stop being such an unbearable ass about it. I thank god that he doesn't understand, but I wish he'd realize that I'm trying to work all this out in my mind because I want to be a better person from it, not the broken down wreck that I am now.