12 years ago today, Jerry and I put rings on each other's fingers and repeated words in front of a judge in the Kane County Courthouse, the only other person present a lawyer sitting in the back of the room going over papers, and lived happily ever after. Well, not "ever." But for sure on the "happily." It just all ended way, way, way too soon. To state the extremely obvious.
Storage unit: rented. Three small carloads (small car, small loads) delivered to storage unit. Steve on the case. House in more disarray than before as I go through things and make piles (give away, sell, throw out, recycle, keep). All of this done in a state of disconnection, to some extent, and with no crying. Cheers to Zoloft.
Tonight: Benny. Bulls. D-Rose? Probably not. Meaning I'll be 0-for-3 seeing the MVP live this season. Ah well, still, will be fun. Might see how silly a grown-ass woman looks standing on line to get her picture taken with a man in a furry red bull costume. Maybe.
(Comment: I keep mentioning Zoloft in every post. It's because I'm just stunned at how different I feel compared with a month ago. It's not that I'm really happy, it's that I'm not hugely miserable. I'll take it.)
Zoloft made a huge difference for me when I finally admitted that I needed help. I probably should have gone back on it last year, with all the misery around my mom's death, but I'm stubborn that way. You know what I mean?
ReplyDeleteI'm proud of you, moving forward and making changes. Big breaths and small steps.