Sunday, November 6, 2011

OK

Enough crying over spilt husbands.

A word to the wise: the marriage contract is for the hard times, not the good times. Don't bother if you are not serious.

Life goes on. Woohoo. What an adventure...sigh. Hehe.

1 comment:

phoebe said...

That place of powerlessness, vulnerability and aching, is, in my experience, the closest one can get to hell without setting up residence there. The only emotions that are worse are hatred and rage which are Pure Hell. As awful as this feels, and I'm with you today, it beats murderous rage which is the bowels of hell itself.

Here's to getting through this desert in our lives, even though you're not a drinker, if we survive this, let's drink a bottle between ourselves for having the tenacity to survive. Hang in there sister, I'm counting on your lead here.

With much love,

Phoebe