Anger. It's the only emotion that's coursing through my veins today. Typically I have a smorgasbord of daily feelings - sadness, denial, excitement, disappointment, hope --- but today it's just pure, raw rage.

There's no time to tell the latest story, or even summarize for that matter, but maybe someday I will.

For now I just keep hearing your words ringing in my ears "I need to focus on ME."

Oh. I thought that's what you've been doing for the last 8 years. I must have been mistaken. Of course. I will work 60 hours a week while being a single parent, struggling every day to make end meets while you "find yourself". Seems fair enough. What makes me even more enraged is realizing that even if you were still here, it would still be ME doing everything -- getting up at 7am, taking care of a 3 year old, trying to squeeze in some work before heading to my other job while juggling laundry and pets and packing in order to move out of this hell of a house you created that I still dwell in.

But yeah. Do you.