The new pieces will be in their place, and everyone will be distracted by their newness, their shininess. Why is it so difficult to let them go, they're dead anyway.
Not what we thought
Things become very clear when there is nowhere to escape. I'm at an ashram on an island just months after being left for dead by the man I shared my life with.
The realest and deepest (aka blog#1)
First steps on the path of self-discovery, and waking up from almost marrying a narcissistic sociopath.