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Bette’s Journal Entry #1
She resents me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
How can she resent me when she never gave me the opportunity
to explain why I was late? Was she just looking for an excuse to leave me?
This is fucking bullshit! Ugh!
Bette’s Journal Entry #2
She drives me insane…laying next to her was nice.
Tina’s Journal Entry #1
She hates me. Why the fuck would Julia ask me if I resented Bette?
I don’t know if I still do really. I shouldn’t have said anything at all.
Julia would’ve kept pushing. Ugh! I was angry she wasn’t there. I had to go
through the miscarriage alone. I blamed her for not being there but it wasn’t
Bette’s Journal Entry #3
It was nice being held on the lounger by Tina. We stayed that way for
hours it seemed. I needed that connection. I think she did too. Her touch.
Her feel. Her smell. The closeness. I love being her little spoon. But then it
became too much for me. Therapy was fucking brutal. We haven’t even scratched
the surface yet. I don’t know if I want to continue. Who knows what Tina will
say next. My heart can’t take too much more.
Tina’s Journal Entry #2
She just got up and left me on the lounger. She didn’t even look back. I felt
so alone. Sadness engulfed me. SHIT!! That’s probably how she felt when
I left her on her knees. Watching her walk towards the house made my heart
plummet into my feet. I don’t know if I will be able to ever reach her. :(
I’m still counting that as Date #8.
Bette’s Journal Entry #4
I woke up to the smell of coffee this morning. It was nice. She also had an
assortment of pastries on the island. Tina was nowhere to be found. She went
for a run. I know she needed to process everything from yesterday. I ate half
of a blueberry scone and cried while sipping my coffee. How did we get here?
Tina’s Journal Entry #3
I had to get out of the house. I ran fast and hard. So hard I almost blacked
out. Seeing the hurt in Bette’s eyes yesterday and all of the pent-up emotions
spilling out Killed me. I need to speak to her. Sunday seems so far away. We
are supposed to be seeing if we can communicate with our souls. I’m scared
we won’t be able to get that back.