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.
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 it 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.