Wish me luck today. I'm dreading being at work; I'm not entirely prepared. I've stopped loving the career that used to be my calling. I just want to crawl back in to bed and wait for "it" to be over, whatever "it" is. And more and more I feel like I owe it to my husband to just wish him well. He is making a sincere effort to just be over me. Anybody with strength to spare, send it my way today.
M: 43 H: 44 M: 12.5 if the 5.5 year separation counts Bomb (I dropped it): Dec '07 H said finit: Jun '10 I moved on: May '13
