I am so sorry I abandoned you. I can imagine how upset you would be if you were capable of feeling anything. Good thing you are only my words. I make you. I build you. And then I disappear for a few weeks. It isn't that I don't love you, it is that I never make time for myself, most of the time I don't wear any makeup and my hair isn't very well groomed, I wear the same pair of jeans every day because they are all I have that will fit; sometimes I don't have time to even take a shower. Because I give myself to my work and my daughter and I disappear (there's that word again) behind all of it. I am barely a wife anymore. I am barely me anymore. But this is my space, damn it! And I want it back and I want to write and be happy about it. So I'll try. Again.