Musings on my new life
I am so hoping things are going to get better.
Ever since the Love of My Life told me last year that he was leaving me, and every single day since he went to the court one week after our 20th anniversary to divorce me and drive off into the sunset heading towards Palm Springs, CA, I have cried. Not wept, but CRIED. Broken down, bawling. In the car, at work, in church, in the grocery store.
And not only do I miss him, bur I am all alone. While others have spouses, children, siblings, parents, good friends, I have no one. No beings except my dogs. And it is for their future that I despair. I could collapse this minute with a heart attack or stroke and no one would know. I could drop dead and be in this house for weeks and these poor dogs would have to smell my death. And then they would be hauled off to a terrible animal shelter.
DAMN JIM for doing this to them. He can do it to me, but DAMN HIM for doing this to them.
Ever since the Love of My Life told me last year that he was leaving me, and every single day since he went to the court one week after our 20th anniversary to divorce me and drive off into the sunset heading towards Palm Springs, CA, I have cried. Not wept, but CRIED. Broken down, bawling. In the car, at work, in church, in the grocery store.
And not only do I miss him, bur I am all alone. While others have spouses, children, siblings, parents, good friends, I have no one. No beings except my dogs. And it is for their future that I despair. I could collapse this minute with a heart attack or stroke and no one would know. I could drop dead and be in this house for weeks and these poor dogs would have to smell my death. And then they would be hauled off to a terrible animal shelter.
DAMN JIM for doing this to them. He can do it to me, but DAMN HIM for doing this to them.
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