Since I was a baby I’ve had seperation anxiety. When my mom was in basic training, I was about 3 years old. According to either my dad or grandma, not sure which one, I wouldn’t not eat while my mom was away. I’d just cry a lot.
I would never stay the night at a friends house before the age of 10 or 11. I had a friend that lived about a block away, and I wouldn’t even stay at her house over night.
Now, nearly 7 years later, its still a thing for me. The “break” my “not boyfriend” and I are taking is tearing me apart. I didn’t realize it was seperation anxiety til about a day ago. I ate my first “real meal” in 3 days last night. Before that I’d eat a few chips, go in my room and cry. Now we’re on day 4 of this “break” and all I want to do is cry. Im eating again, thankfully, but now I dont want to sleep.
Any time I think of you, I start to shake. My hands start shaking and then the rest of my body. If only I’d realized it sooner. If only you knew.
I’m not even excited about my birthday being 10 days away. I only want you.