Buying stuff for the new place. Crying. Thinking about my young kids. Crying. Trying to figure out finances. Crying.

I’ve been dying in a dead bedroom forever. It finally blew up. I’m the one on the out. The fear of this loneliness that’s upcoming is brutal.

It’s really hard to see any clearing through the darkness that still lies ahead.

(Please don’t go into legal discussions. I’ve had plenty)