I miss me. I miss the girl I was. I miss the me I know I can be.

But I am losing her. She is dying a very painful death..... not on the outside, where I look fine and everything is grand, but on the inside, where every moment, every attack, every jab causes just a little more of her life's blood to drain from her.

I miss that girl, and I weep for the woman she will never be.

When I said "I do"... I don't remember also saying "I give up." Damn those loose translations.