I lost myself. I married someone who slowly whittled me down to nothing over ten years.
I am divorcing him. It’s been five months since I just didn’t go home. It’s been really hard, hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m coming back to life slowly.
I can’t wait to see who I become.
You think they’d be offering sick days?? I think you’re bound for the camps if you can’t keep up. Oh shit… This is starting to sound familiar…