It's Day 3 of Womb-related feelings.

It's like I keep remembering new things from the movie that launch my insides into another bout of depression.



I've got Darvill loud on speakers to try and drown out Matt's voice in my head, the physical manifestation of pain clutching at my gut with the restrained tension in his pointed 'What? What? What beach? What boy? Who cares! Who is this woman, mother?' playing over and over again in my bones.

I watched it again yesterday night with Nic.
He said it was "dull" and "super very disturbing".
He said he thought it was gonna be sweet and romantic.
Heh.

It upsets me that he got over the 'super very disturbing' movie so quickly.

What's wrong with me.