How long does it take to fix a problem?
It’s been over two years since the Angel of Death passed her wand over my life and pretty much burned the landscape down to the ground. Two years of building a life back from the ashes. Two plus years of learning to live alone, to accepting I may remain alone, and to realizing that there is not a goddamn thing wrong with that as a lifestyle. And yet, I still cry when someone asks me about my marriage. I still long for what could have been. Stop – quit looking backwards – look forwards – and there are all these smiley faces, happy and joyous – but sometimes it all rings hollow.
Life sucks sometimes.