We are about to find out about that. I'm feeling pretty confident walking away from the Air Marshall is going to kill me. There just aren't enough pain killers in the world to make this ok. I am a hot mess of tears. Did I do the right thing? Should I have done it differently? Is there any way for him to work through his mess and come back to me? Does he even want to?
And once I am totally homeless how am I going to function? I can barely make myself get up and do anything now when there is absolute need to get stuff done.
I have made the mother of depressing break up songs mix. Pretty much makes me a puddle every time. Yet, I keep playing it.
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