well, that sucked

my soon-to-be ex-husband just came over to get some of his stuff.  our whole interaction today, largely via email, has completely mystified me.  he asks if can have some items, i say yes to some, no to some, he tells me to just keep everything because it's not worth fighting over.  i hadn't realized answering a question was fighting.  i guess it's not worth working on trying to communicate more clearly since we won't have to bother communicating at all pretty soon.  he'll be coming with a truck saturday for everything else.  i come away from every interaction with him wondering what just happened.  it's like i've missed the first half of the conversation or something.  my plan is just to be present, be clear, and tell the truth.

welcome to hell

my first post.
time to decide if i continue my "online writing" practice of not capitalizing anything. looks like so far i'm going to stick with my informality convention. when i write a story, maybe i will break down and use that shift key after all.
doesn't matter. i'm just posting this so i have something posted so i can fuck around with this blog. what else am i supposed to do at work? i've already put together my own care package of stolen rubber bands and magnets.

"quit crying, you're making my pussy wet!"