A Breakup Tale In So Many Parts

Parts 67, 68, 69

Part 67: 81 days, 16 hours, 43 minutes since you left me...

I didn't think the holidays would be this hard. But they are. They are particularly hard.

I am visiting with friends and baking and making fudge and all that...

but they are just

hard.

Part 68: 82 days, 19 hours, 42 minutes since you left me... 

There's a breakdown a-comin'.

It feels like it's a-comin'.

Like a twister.

This is the calm before.

I don't know how much longer I can hold it in... place nice with you... not scream at you for helping put me in this position... broke, hungry, indebted, anxious, scared...

After all of those years I supported you. I bought most everything in this house. I let you advance your career. I gladly helped you. I thought I was helping --

both of us.

Why didn't I plan and save?

Because I didn't think this would happen.


I don't know if I can keep my chin aloft any further.

This is the calm before.

Take shelter.

 

Part 69: 84 days, 7 hours, 22 minutes since you left me... 

We had lunch yesterday.

It did not end well.

Not as well I we would have liked.

I don't even want to talk about it.

At least my date went well. He was nice.

That's something.

And none of my holiday cookies or fudge has gone awry.

I have to find some things to be grateful for... besides my health and my home.

Oh, and I quit smoking again.

I wish our lunch had gone better.

I wish I didn't feel you were such a narcissistic dickhead.

But I'm not sorry

I called you one.