no encore

many days i think..."let me rush to my blog and say something exciting"

uh. huh.

there's a stat out there that says for every 5 years you were married it takes 1 year of recovery.

good news. i'm almost at year 2.

check me in another 3 and see how i is.

i found out that richard is moving out of country in 3 weeks. here's the gig. y'all know it's not like i've been pining over him and hoping and dreaming that he'd come back. i so can't remember ever posting about that.

but when i heard the news that he was leaving...it was...wow...like..i held this tiny piece of shattered glass of dreams in my hand and didn't even know it. the whole can't breath when you're crying thing? um. yeah.

so this is it. final. finite. he's moved on. he has a new life.

i have a new life, too. but hey. apparently this 'let's do it the healthy way' is abit longer than 'hey, let's rush in to a new shiny dysfunctional relationship.'  obviously the healthy way wins in the end...but in the mean time?

it sucks.

dance on people