I’ve made the decision to cut Kleo completely from my life, he’s been mostly removed anyway. These are just some final steps that draw indisputable hard lines and put reality into a state of logic and less of emotional pulls. You do seem to hold on to a wee teeny tiny little sliver of hope … Continue reading Stay Classy Kleo – True Colors of Addiction…as always
I happened to have a good week, even though I got some not so great news. Reality checks are a nice treat when you walk the line of emotions and agreeing with the logic your brain is spewing at you. I got a visit from some pretty cool people and I accepted a gift without … Continue reading Look Out Your Door
I’m unsure what or why I should be compromising… I know the whole healthy marriage thing means there is a level of compromise that should take place. This isn't that. This isn't a compromise, these are his demands and I must do as I am told. Per his email to me: Remove any and all … Continue reading “And Jesus Christ it’s called compromise. We both get something”…Are You Fucking Kidding Me?
I hated Thanksgiving and I’m dreading the next wave of festive crap. I’ve hated them for the entirety of my life. The hate of them is different than when I was a child. As a child I hated them from fear. I guess in some ways, fear is still the base feeling at play. Grown … Continue reading I Fucking Hate The Holidays
I don’t know what to make of today, there is an overwhelming sense of relief and finality, I’m not sure if it goes well with the scent of my Christmas tree… Relief as though the million little fractured pieces of the life I’ve spent a year balancing ever so delicately so they didn’t come crashing … Continue reading And Then We Went For Pancakes
The cycle. That’s what the therapist says, cycle with a meek little smirk. I supposes he’s the one with the Masters and I, well, not so much. Could there be truth to that? Probably. All you need to do is put enough quarters in the crap ass washing machines at the laundromat and they’ll keep … Continue reading Kleo Drinks Again… take #.. fuck it, I lost count.
Apparently things do resurface around an anniversary of a traumatic event. Fuck...it is a real thing. No, I'm not depressed but I’ve had struggles the past few weeks where I have been just off. Angry at things that I normally wouldn’t be, weepy for no tangible reasons. Some of it is my own doing, things … Continue reading If Your Estranged Wife is a Cunt. Just Get A Fish.