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.
The more mental distance I achieve from this emotional entanglement of a person who was my husband, the more self-worth I seem to grasp. It is of course, never as simple as that. Almost never comes without a price paid. I haven’t written much in a while, the therapist said write. So I will… My … Continue reading In the Pursuit of Self-Interest