Over my husband falling to addiction.
Over being the other.
So. I’m calling my divorce attorney. It can’t be saved and I’m exhausted from trying.
I’m deleting my email, the one that HE knows.
Why is this so hard? I pack my days with staying busy to not think about it but it doesn’t matter. Its the middle of the night that rips your heart from you and runs away with it, laughing and pointing, as the sun comes up.