Its sock day fellas, but I'm not in the slightest happy, excited or anything. In fact I'm somewhere between sad and angry. Still I'm the villain in a story I didn't even know I was in let alone write. I didn't want a divorce. I loved being married, she didn't. Everyone keeps saying her day will come but it hasn't. I'm just left with remnants of a marriage that wasn't real. Picking up the pieces of the life me and the kids had trying to create something new. I want to cry but I'm all cried out. Besides what do I cry for someone who told me they don't love me and left me hanging? Just feeling some type of way yall. Don't mind me.