A Sound Emanates Like That Of An Animal

Freda called me this morning and she reminds me of things. She reminds me of what it was that my ex-husband actually did to me. It is not a blow by blow account but rather what he has reduced me to. She narrows it down to his having made me believe that I am unlovable. 

And then I loose it. Then that sound comes out. I heard that sound the day before I put Milo down. He howled from his bowels. The sound said: "Please, I've had enough". My sound dropped me to my own knees. I have had enough; I don't want to be here anymore. 

Nothing sounds sweet. Nothing seems believable. Nothing gives me comfort.