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Belonging...

I wish that someone had a pill that would take away heartache. I'd probably become an addict right now.

My heart is just hurting right now. I realize that I want to belong to someone. I know that's not very pro-woman, but that's what I've always wanted. As I type this, I realize that it's what I've wanted all my life.

My mom, in her finite wisdom, gave me my father's name. Since she didn't marry him -- or allow me to have a relationship with him -- I've never lived in a home with people who shared my last name. While it doesn't seem like a big deal, it always put me a position to divorce myself from any family situation I was in.

Fast forward to now. I want to get married and take my husband's last name. To be clear, I probably wouldn't use it professionally. But as far as the household was concerned, I want us all to be on one accord.

One of the many things that New Boo told me was that it was going to be me and him. He also said that he wanted me to be his family. I believed him -- and I loved him for it. It made me happy to know that no matter what was going on with everyone else, he was my person.

But guess what? We weren't married. And he was able to divorce himself from our situation. The man who said he wanted it to be me and him flipped the script. He decided that it was every man -- or woman -- for him or herself.

Now I'm back to square one. And it hurts. And guess what? I can't go to him with this pain. And I want to. But what's the point?

Where is that pill??? I need it...

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