Tomorrow is another day I have to lie to see the ex-cop. Only slightly. I’ve said I want to go
I’ve been sad for so many months now. I’m bored of it but it’s not over yet. There are so
Saw my therapist this morning. I woke up with a crying jag that hasn’t wanted to end, so my appointment
My ex-cop is still wandering around Gleeden. I wish I knew what he was up to, and what he wanted
Saw a cadaver this morning, on the train tracks, a suicide. Needed to talk to someone and mostly wanted to
That was the song in my head when I woke up: 59th Street Bridge Song, the Simon and Garfunkel version.
Something odd happened today. I went on Gleeden, where I’ve been looking for distractions. Not necessarily someone new or someone
Made an appointment with a lawyer Wednesday, when we get back, to talk about the separation. Separation to begin with.
I had a list of things to pick up this summer, things that I haven’t had in a long time.
My husband had a dream that we got back home after our vacation, and someone had started gardening the entire