i'm still out here.
me and my Furry Beloveds.
we live and i work for us.
our home is tiny and it works for us.
our lives are very small, and that, too, works for us.
7 years, 8 months.
my rings are still on and i make no apologies.
i am still "in love" with him.
when a great many others i have "met" online
have moved into relationships,
i am still "married."
i'm not ready.
i may never be ready,
and i make no apologies.
i am through having people compare me to some random
grief step-by-step guide of where i should be.
i am where i am.
i live how i live and it hurts no one.
not even me.
i still grieve.
i still love him.
i am fine.
i am still out here.
