The Day that Started with Poo
This morning, when I was putting my dogs out to do their morning business, I stepped in dog poo. Thankfully, I was wearing a pair of flip flops. But, still. My day started out with poo.
And that was the best thing that has happened so far today.
This post, however, is not going to be a gripe or a vent about this particular bad day. First of all, that would be so very below the line. Also, bad days happen. They just do. This was not my first bad day at work and I'm sure it will not be my last. [Sidebar: Can we all just agree that tomorrow should not be a bad day? Pretty puh-leaze?!?!]
As my workday ended, I packed up my stuff and I had the realization that on this bad day I did not have anyone to talk to at home about this. No one.
You see, last week, on Wednesday night, I separated from my husband. He doesn't live here anymore. We've been struggling for a long time as many probably know, but I was hanging on for a whole host of reasons.... because of financial reasons... because, oh my gosh, the kids... because I suck at boundaries... and, it turns out, because being not married is lonesome. Even when you're unhappily married, you at least have someone to talk to after a bad day at work.
There's a lot of things that scare the heck out of me about this new chapter in my life. I was mentally prepared for most of them. But this loneliness? It's kicking my ass, you guys.
And also, this morning, I stepped on poo.
And that was the best thing that has happened so far today.
This post, however, is not going to be a gripe or a vent about this particular bad day. First of all, that would be so very below the line. Also, bad days happen. They just do. This was not my first bad day at work and I'm sure it will not be my last. [Sidebar: Can we all just agree that tomorrow should not be a bad day? Pretty puh-leaze?!?!]
As my workday ended, I packed up my stuff and I had the realization that on this bad day I did not have anyone to talk to at home about this. No one.
You see, last week, on Wednesday night, I separated from my husband. He doesn't live here anymore. We've been struggling for a long time as many probably know, but I was hanging on for a whole host of reasons.... because of financial reasons... because, oh my gosh, the kids... because I suck at boundaries... and, it turns out, because being not married is lonesome. Even when you're unhappily married, you at least have someone to talk to after a bad day at work.
There's a lot of things that scare the heck out of me about this new chapter in my life. I was mentally prepared for most of them. But this loneliness? It's kicking my ass, you guys.
And also, this morning, I stepped on poo.
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