I got way too drunk yesterday, trying to forget about the divorce that’s happening. I was just trying to have a good time. I was gonna go to work this morning, I just couldn’t do it. I’m not at all hungover.

I was in the car on my way to work and I pulled off to the side of the road. I completely fell apart. I started crying, harder than I’ve cried for a long time.

It’s not like the conditions of my divorce are totally horrible. My STBX is being amicable and fair. She’s not doing anything especially mean to me. But this morning, I just couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t function.

This is scary to me. I’m a tough dude, a construction worker, somebody who can handle just about anything that life throws my way. But I am a crying sobbing mess today, and I don’t know why.

I feel like shit is just totally out of control.

I’m not having any kind of destructive thoughts or thoughts of self harm, so don’t worry, I’ll be OK.

It’s just a really tough day, one that I didn’t see coming.

I feel like I’m living in an alternate timeline, I can’t believe this is how things are turning out for me.