Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 5

           Icametofearnighttimelikeitwasatorturer’scellar.IwouldlietherebesideDavid’sbeautiful,inaccessiblesleepingbodyandIwouldspinintoapanicoflonelinessandmeticulouslydetailedsuicidalthoughts.Everypartofmybodypainedme.IfeltlikeIwassomekindofprimitivespringloadedmachine,placedunderfarmoretensionthanithadeverbeenbuilttosustain,abouttoblastapartatgreatdangertoanyonestandingnearby.Iimaginedmybodypartsflyingoffmytorsoinordertoescapethevolcaniccoreofunhappinessthathadbecome:me.Mostmornings,Davidwouldwaketofindmesleepingfitfullyonthefloorbesidehisbed,huddledonapileofbathroomtowels,likeadog.

           "Whathappenednow?"hewouldask-anothermanthoroughlyexhaustedbyme.

           IthinkIlostsomethinglikethirtypoundsduringthattime.

           

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