Sometimes You Just Have to Ugly Cry

The shockaroo of the year has happened,  so nobody have a heart attack.

 

But I’ve been happy since my lovah left.

Oh I miss him and all.

More than ever.

But for some reason I’ve just been coping better.

 HOORAY!

I think it was the venom I spewed at our romantic dinner.

I let go of a whole lot of pent up ugly then I cried really hard.

An ugly cry.

His reaction across the table was kind of like

 

But all in all my ugly cry was very cathartic,  I guess, because I’ve felt much lighter since.

I’ve slept better.

I’ve digested better.

I haven’t refused to talk to him once.

I’ve laughed about things that last week brought only a grimace.

I’ve even handled Stanley better.

I got caught in traffic and sat an hour on Tuesday night, meh.

Didn’t bug  me.

 I got my hair cut.  It is shorter than I told her, meh.

I don’t care, it will grow and I feel 10 lbs lighter.

It looks like this from the side.

 Pretty cute.  I was afraid Al was going to be upset because he likes it long.

Then I realized that I’m not married!

Plus he isn’t even here to have to look at it everyday.

 So, really, I can do what I want with it.

(Thank you Jesus, Amen.)

So, if you are out there and having a bad time, I recommend:

going out in public, preferrably on a date,and crying your eyes out.

Then have lots of sex.

Worked for me.