So… The end of last week was somewhat awful. First, I worked like a dawg. Second, I thought my next divorce court date would happen next week, but it got rescheduled for in one month. And lastly, I had a nervous breakdown. Yep. Hit me like a ton of bricks.
There’s no drive, no inspiration. I feel useless. I live the bloody relationship I escaped from every single minute of every single day because this divorce is taking forever. People tell me it will pass, it’s only a momentary episode. I know these things, but they still don’t make me feel better.
I want to be done. It has been almost two years. What I think is that if he really wanted to be divorced, he’d have done it by now. But again… whatever goes through his mind is not my problem.
Dark times. I’ll get over them. Not easy. Nothing’s meant to be a breeze.
So yeah. Shoot me now. Or maybe later. I’m undecided.
And tomorrow shall be another day.