Pat, pat, pat.

I am a mess. If there is a single person out there who ever reads my rantings knows I am a mess. In the middle of my heartache though, I see growth happening. I made plans for my birthday APART from him. I will NOT sit around waiting, hoping to be a priority in his life anymore. That is the pathetic me, waiting for crumbs from him. I am healing away from that person. No one to pat me on the back. I will pat myself on the back. Good job Ella. Good job.