Or at least I used to be.
I was part of a family. Fuck that I was the head of a family. I ran a house, had a house.
Today I checked the boxes that makes all of that my past.
I’m left empty
To add insult to injury I get to deal with the tax guy too and it’s snowing!
So far I’ve cried 2, vomited once, sent 4 rather nasty emails. I just need to get through this day.
I told L, no more politics, stop the gloom and doom. Not today.
My bitch level is oddly at zero, I have no will to be nasty unless it us directly reactive. So don’t come at me and I’m fine.