Syvelocin
May 27th, 2011, 02:27 AM
Jay didn't exactly take it well. He knew about her. But I think it didn't pose as much of a threat to him as it might have if it were another man. But it's like he wasn't expecting this.
I feel like I've lost my best friend. That's what he was. Two and a half years. Of course, that wasn't a straight two and a half years. Nope, this isn't the first time this shit has happened to me. So, yeah, technically, I've hurt him like this a second time. And I feel like a bitch really.
I can't sleep. Whether it's this, my insomnia, not being used to sleeping on a fucking sofa, or some combination of those, I don't know.
There are three things I'm thinking about now. His well-being, what I'm going to do, and how this will ever get settled. So for my first concern, what I'm worried about, is that he'll go back to crack. That's, ultimately, the worst of my worries. Second, I'm the one with the established job. Even if that job is at Starbucks.
I think how I'm going to go about this, I'll suck it up and go to work tomorrow, then have Liz pick me up or something. I don't think anyone else would take me. I've phoned her already though, and after the pity party she offered to let me move in.
And finally, the hassle this process will be. I don't want to go to court. We aren't going straight to the divorce though. I'll just... leave for a while. But we'll try to work out everything. I can't afford a lawyer anyway. So probably I'd get what I brought, he'd keep his stuff. The only issue is Lindsey. We have three cats. Mistofelees, Anabelle, and Lindsey. Miz is mine, Ana is his. We got Lindsey in December though. I worry that we won't be able to settle that, or that I just won't end up getting her.
:sigh: Is it appropriate to say FML to this? It isn't a term I use too often. It's the first thing that popped into my head here though.
I feel like I've lost my best friend. That's what he was. Two and a half years. Of course, that wasn't a straight two and a half years. Nope, this isn't the first time this shit has happened to me. So, yeah, technically, I've hurt him like this a second time. And I feel like a bitch really.
I can't sleep. Whether it's this, my insomnia, not being used to sleeping on a fucking sofa, or some combination of those, I don't know.
There are three things I'm thinking about now. His well-being, what I'm going to do, and how this will ever get settled. So for my first concern, what I'm worried about, is that he'll go back to crack. That's, ultimately, the worst of my worries. Second, I'm the one with the established job. Even if that job is at Starbucks.
I think how I'm going to go about this, I'll suck it up and go to work tomorrow, then have Liz pick me up or something. I don't think anyone else would take me. I've phoned her already though, and after the pity party she offered to let me move in.
And finally, the hassle this process will be. I don't want to go to court. We aren't going straight to the divorce though. I'll just... leave for a while. But we'll try to work out everything. I can't afford a lawyer anyway. So probably I'd get what I brought, he'd keep his stuff. The only issue is Lindsey. We have three cats. Mistofelees, Anabelle, and Lindsey. Miz is mine, Ana is his. We got Lindsey in December though. I worry that we won't be able to settle that, or that I just won't end up getting her.
:sigh: Is it appropriate to say FML to this? It isn't a term I use too often. It's the first thing that popped into my head here though.