There is some emotional inflammation that has never materialized between Robert and myself. I have not lost my head– or my heart– to the relationship. I remember my first (of many) attempts at leaving Richard: howling my grief all night; dying with a pain I could not endure. Perhaps I am just older and tougher now. Perhaps that kind of pain only happens once.
August 24th, 1979
August 24th, 1979
August 24th, 1979
There is some emotional inflammation that has never materialized between Robert and myself. I have not lost my head– or my heart– to the relationship. I remember my first (of many) attempts at leaving Richard: howling my grief all night; dying with a pain I could not endure. Perhaps I am just older and tougher now. Perhaps that kind of pain only happens once.