As of late, I have been referencing a fair amount of song lyrics. More often than not I am able to find someone else’s words that do a better job of saying what I am feeling than my own ever could… but that is the beauty of music, isn’t it? Well, tonight there is no clever reference material; not because there isn’t one out there, I just don’t frankly have the energy to look. I am relly starting to wonder just how much more of myself this marriage is going to cost me before it lets go… I am down to 14 days remaining, and it seems that there are more hands reaching for their pound of flesh now than ever. The odd thing is that the issues which would normally be stressors during this (like I have any freaking idea what this is supposed to be like….) are really not going so badly; visitation is sorted, support, holidays… A part of me even thinks it will stay smooth; that this won’t get any uglier. The reality is that reality stunted my optimism a while back, and I am pretty much waiting for the other foot to drop, as they say.
Apparently the people on the fringes of my divorce think it is important that they explain to me just how bad this is for them. This, of course, is because I have nothing else to occupy my mind with besides their problems.
Fuck, I’m tired.
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