It’s really bittersweet that my To Do list actually looks like this. That, among all those other important things, I can easily, plainly spell out that terrible four letter word: divorce.
I mean, it’s inevitable at this point. We’ve been physically separated for a year. Emotionally separated for, apparently, much longer than that.
In part I’m happy that the mere thought of divorce no longer sends me into a spiral of worries and self doubt and fear that my child will be as destroyed as I was. Yet, at the same time, I’m upset that it can so easily take part in a list expressing all of our basic duties.
Clean up your messes, take care of your government, make the people you love happy, provide shelter, and take care care of yourself.

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