Don once said he would have given anything to have a mother like me—beautiful and kind, filled with love like an angel. He had a tendency to romanticize our life that he was never in.

Christmas this year is going to be hard on everyone. It’s been a hard year.

No one can say I didn’t try. For a while there, we even went back to caring what the other one was doing. For a while there, I saved him a plate for dinner without wondering — always wondering.

It got to the point, after he told me the truth, where I couldn’t even look at him anymore. Who’s in there? It’s remarkable that I never really knew.

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“I don’t wanna fwieendds (Roma-ooh-la-la)!!! ” — Betty Draper.

I know people say life goes on, and it does, and no one tells you that’s not a good thing. Why is that?

It’s almost as if I always gave up in the past because he was waiting my moods out. Sometimes, talking to him was like talking through a heavy mist…one was never sure if the words latched onto him.

I’m not in love with the tragedy of this thing, either.