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If anyone wants FREE (largely black) fabric, I've got tonnes, and I want to be rid of it.
Reyl, I'm looking at you! I've got swaths of black velour (crushed and stand-up fuzzy) that I'm sure have got your name on them.
Anyone? Leave me a comment, and you can drop by some evening in the next week to go through my stash.
I want it g-g-g-gone!
In other news: Weeding of Stuff continues apace. Ami_B is coming over tonight to listen to me wail and whine and sob, while feeding me dinner and helping sort through my junk.
Mom is coming tomorrow to do the same thing.
This is fucking insane. I feel like I'm panicking all the goddamn time. I'm queasy when I think about how uncertain everything is. My stomach lurches. I cry at random and inopportune times.
this morning I felt not-too-bad. He said (in an e-mail) that he felt, for the first time, that maybe, given enough time to heal and move on, that he would some day be able to see me in person again.
Which made me happy. Because I want us to be friends. I want us to be better friends divorced that we were when we were (god, "were") married. I want that very badly. I hope that it works out that way.
But, by this afternoon, I was sad again. Songs like "My Beloved Wife" (Natalie Merchant) and "My True Love" (The Eurythmics) running through my head and setting me off like a goddamn water-display. I switched the internet to my name, and started sniffling and tearing up while on the phone. :-P
Also, he was here today, packing stuff up. Whoo-boy. Yeah.
Amanda says "Don't worry about him. He's got his family around him, he's got his friends to help him. He can take care of himself. You take care of yourself. That's what's important right now."
And I have to keep that in mind.
I really, really do.
Hopefully the day will end with a more positive feeling.
Gods, I need help.
Anyone who's been through a divorce, or the break-up of any long-term romantic partnership, particularly those who are still in touch with their Exes, and (ideally) are on good terms with them (Kattale, I'm looking at you, but maybe Reyl(?) and others might be able to pipe up, too), can feel free to weigh in on the subject of how hard this is.
'Cause it fucking sucks.
Big time.
Dead, rotting monkey balls, I believe, are what it sucks.
Eugh. :-P
Okay, I gotta go. I've got stuff to sort through. :-P
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
Reyl, I'm looking at you! I've got swaths of black velour (crushed and stand-up fuzzy) that I'm sure have got your name on them.
Anyone? Leave me a comment, and you can drop by some evening in the next week to go through my stash.
I want it g-g-g-gone!
In other news: Weeding of Stuff continues apace. Ami_B is coming over tonight to listen to me wail and whine and sob, while feeding me dinner and helping sort through my junk.
Mom is coming tomorrow to do the same thing.
This is fucking insane. I feel like I'm panicking all the goddamn time. I'm queasy when I think about how uncertain everything is. My stomach lurches. I cry at random and inopportune times.
this morning I felt not-too-bad. He said (in an e-mail) that he felt, for the first time, that maybe, given enough time to heal and move on, that he would some day be able to see me in person again.
Which made me happy. Because I want us to be friends. I want us to be better friends divorced that we were when we were (god, "were") married. I want that very badly. I hope that it works out that way.
But, by this afternoon, I was sad again. Songs like "My Beloved Wife" (Natalie Merchant) and "My True Love" (The Eurythmics) running through my head and setting me off like a goddamn water-display. I switched the internet to my name, and started sniffling and tearing up while on the phone. :-P
Also, he was here today, packing stuff up. Whoo-boy. Yeah.
Amanda says "Don't worry about him. He's got his family around him, he's got his friends to help him. He can take care of himself. You take care of yourself. That's what's important right now."
And I have to keep that in mind.
I really, really do.
Hopefully the day will end with a more positive feeling.
Gods, I need help.
Anyone who's been through a divorce, or the break-up of any long-term romantic partnership, particularly those who are still in touch with their Exes, and (ideally) are on good terms with them (Kattale, I'm looking at you, but maybe Reyl(?) and others might be able to pipe up, too), can feel free to weigh in on the subject of how hard this is.
'Cause it fucking sucks.
Big time.
Dead, rotting monkey balls, I believe, are what it sucks.
Eugh. :-P
Okay, I gotta go. I've got stuff to sort through. :-P
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
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