You know what’s funny about getting divorced? Nothing.
Not yet, at least.
I’ll write more soon, but I’m suffering from a lack of focus, sleep, concentration and ability to use my words properly. I’m just a whole lot of oh my gods, shits, WHATEVERs, huh? what? and FUCK THATs.
This is not to say I don’t have good moments. Like, last week my friends Robin and Beth invited me over to watch Avatar and I laughed like a fucking jackass. Sure, yeah, it’s not a funny movie…except it IS. Also, it is very long. It’s roughly 6 weeks long. I have made more plans in the past four horribly chaotic weeks than I have in the last four years, but also the last four weeks feels like four years all squashed together into one motherfucker of a month so, you know, WHATEVER.
Don’t worry. I’m going to therapy weekly now. We’ll get through this together, and by that I mean we’re all going to die.
The good news is that no one can stop me from getting a hedgehog now.
(P.S. Thank you for all your kind comments and emails. I haven’t written you back because I do not have the capacity to formulate proper thank you’s and words beyond HI, OH MY GOD, I HAVE GONE INSANE, so just know I am so grateful for your thoughts and words, you all made me cry and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop doing that while I’m at work because they’re starting to get concerned.)