MY FEELINGS ARRIVING AT HOME AFTER THE DATE.
2 MINUTES AFTER. (Time to go home). I w rite this here cause I don't want to loose it. I arrived at home, went to the living room, support myself on the wall, fall down and started crying and crying. My process of self-care and catharsis in February could not have begun in a more surreal way. It is 6 in the morning in Spain, day 2 already. In one hour I must get up to go to work. But I have not slept. I've been writing, thinking and crying all night. It was great until the 31st of January. I just had to make the appointment time, that's all. For day 1. At 4: 00 p. M. Okay. The problem I looked by myself ... I contacted a person from the past. Someone I have not seen in ten years. An ex boyfriend, with whom I spent 8 years. From 19 to 27 almost. Ten years are enough, are not they? He has a historical document that I always wanted to access as a historian and history teacher. The relationship ended very badly: infidelity, lies. But ten years is enou...