Author's note: Just watched the movie again recently and came up with this
Disclaimer: I do not own Don Jon or any of its characters
Most days she's fine.
She can wake up and live her life as if nothing ever happened. We can talk and laugh as if this were the start not the end. No hurt, no heartbreak, no sadness. She can be herself with no boundaries or fear of slipping into the past.
Some days she can't do it. She wakes up in the morning as usual. Shower, coffee, paper. Then she goes to the closet to grab something and she'll see it: any small reminder of the life she lived before we even met. She's human, and it hurts.
Some days it comes late. She's had her day; she's made it through. But the night leads to thinking. Her mind wanders and it almost always wanders back. She can't help it; it's only natural.
Some days are worse than others. Some days she can't even get out of bed. It starts with a dream that wakes into harsh reality too fast. No time to recover or realize it's not true. These are the days that hurt even more.
She always apologizes to me. Sorry for the tears, sorry for being emotional, sorry for ruining what once was a happy moment.
This is what hurts me; the fact that she's apologizing to me for feeling. She's so much stronger of a person than I am and I tell her every time.
"This is not weakness."
"You are never a burden."
"You are strong."
"You will make it through."
I think it's hard for her to believe sometimes. But I don't mind telling her time and time again.
She will never fully recover from this – who can? But I don't think I'll ever stop reminding her of how much I admire her strength and ability to laugh again despite the tragedy. I hope that will help her. Because if she believes in herself like I believe in her, there's nothing she can't do.
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