Just Call Me Delilah
I did it. I had Oliver's hair cut on Sunday. I went into mourning for a few days, but now I'm starting to emerge from darkness. He needed it. But it was as if someone pulled my twisted insides into my throat. It really was hard to swallow.
Most of the curls are gone, but every now and then, one pops up. It's enough to still my regrets and give me a small glimmer of hope.
A week before:
The day of: