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I thought I was strong enough on my own, that I didn’t need to hash out every little thing that was upsetting me in our marriage. But something broke free when we both came clean on what had been bothering us. I truly don’t think I realized how deep my own wounds were until I let him see them, too.

They were wounds that he may have started, but I gouged at the cuts, picked at the scabs once they’d started to heal until the scar tissue left me so damaged, I didn’t recognize myself anymore. And it took him to be the salve, to start to repair the damage on a cellular level.

So no, things aren’t magically perfect after our talk, after the little fuckfest we had that night. But my head is lighter. My heart is at peace. And we’re both making the best of whatever the fuck life has brought us all week long.

A weird noise interrupts my thought.

Is that…a bug? A bird? Hold the fuck on, that’s not an alligator, is it? They have the weirdest noises, and you learn from a young age as a Floridian how to deal with them, but I’ve never had to use that knowledge yet. Please, Lord, don’t let today be that day. I’m not ready to run in a zigzag.

The chirp sounds again. From…my bed? I swear to Chanel, if the dog brought a baby bird in here, I will lose my actual shit. I dig through the mess of sheets and find my phone, which is…making noise?

What the actual fuck?

This thing has been on silent since 2013.

Nope, sure enough, the switch on the side has been toggled, so I toggle it the fuck back off, then check my notifications.

That Bitch

We still on for Saturday night?

Me

Yessss bitch!!!

Is it a BYON situation?


Bring Your Own Nyquil?

lol no we’re basically better now, it’ll be fine

Oh? Chance still isn’t here.

Um

If this is how you guys tell me he’s quit I’ll fucking buy out every available *NSYNC ticket when their reunion tour inevitably hits and not invite you, asshole

As the fuck if

Who the hell else would go and sing along with your embarrassing ass

And also he would never

Then…?

Out of curiosity, what did Tony the Toolbag say about my husband’s absence?

In the morning meeting he said Chance was still out…

Actually, the HR manager came to see me after lunch. Apparently Tony was concerned that this absence reflected on his “reliability” to the company. [eye roll emoji]

I told her we’d fire Tony even with his twenty years here before we’d let Chance go and to bring any further complaints about him straight to me to get dealt with. [middle finger emoji] [fist emoji]

[eye roll emoji]

For being sick? Isn’t this the first time he’s missed work since like Lea’s birth?