To say that I have been bummed out would be such a major understatement. I made the decision a few days ago to leave the house – not for financial reasons – but it was all just becoming too much. The stress and anger and resentment was pushing me entirely too close to a not-so-proverbial edge. Injustice. I just feel so wronged. I can take just about anything a person can dole out but when I feel robbed….man. It eats me up. Because I worked so freakin’ hard to get to where I was. And he can’t understand work. How can you understand work when the world has been handed to you?
I’ll be okay. Somebody tell me to put down the Joni Mitchell, okay? ‘Cause wallowing is so not my gig 🙂
And so I say goodbye to 15th avenue…smooch.