I've been sitting here for like 15 minutest trying to think of a way to reply and I'm just stuck. So I'll go with some dark humor that is probably both appropriate and entirely inappropriate for the situation. Please forgive my inability to stop my own bad taste. Anyway, it has to do with the idea that if I ever wanted to end my life I wouldn't do it quietly in my basement or something. I might as well make a scene. For some reason I always pictured crashing a wedding. You know, the couple is saying their vows, and right before the 'I do' I just jump up and shoot myself in the head with a shot gun. Congrats folks, for the rest of your life you'll be haunted by crazy wedding suicide guy! Make no mistake, we all need to commit to getting through the hard times together, my commitment to life is like my commitment to marriage. But if fantasizing brings you a small dose of relief, picture that for a few minutes
It's a joke anyway, frankly anyone that could do this to you would probably shrug it off and go right on with the service. So, so, so sick.
OK, this is a disaster but I can't screw around with this post all darn day Painter. Know that I am here for you even when I'm at a total loss.
Me:38 XW:38 T:11 years M:8 years Kids: S14, D11, D7 BD/Move out day: 6/17/14, D final Dec 15
