I had a whole category named “I’d sooner chew my leg off”

You’d think that would be an adequate precursor to what’s happened today, but unfortunately no.

It’s just that no matter how much you want to change, when life suddenly with a clarion call & a flourish decides to end a phase of itself that encompasses three fifths of its entire existence, well,  you notice. Well, notice in the sense that there will be a disturbance in the ennui, nothing more, nothing intense. Nevertheless, this hurts.

Wait, it whats? Hurts? No. No, this is not hurt, it is … not hurt.

Twenty years, it’s been. For some people it’s a lifetime, for others, it’s 101 lifetimes (but who’s counting) anyway, let’s call it twenty one. Years. Entangled, enraged, enmeshed, end of story, we’re done, amen.

I’m glad it ended gently, with all the sharpest shards missing their targets & the unsaid things remaining safely silent.

I am glad it ended, full stop. I am sorry for any casualties but that can &/or will not stop this gladness.

3 thoughts on “I had a whole category named “I’d sooner chew my leg off”

  1. For the record, his behavior during and after the typing of this entry has made this breakage ever so much more urgent.

    ARE WE THERE YET?

    ARE WE THERE YET?

    ARE WE THERE YET?

    ARE WE THERE YET?

  2. Where oh where has my Lizard gone?

    I’ve got a ton to tell you about, dear Lizard
    been all over the world I have, dear Lizard
    wish I was close I’d give you a hug and a glass of wine
    missed you so, dear Lizard.

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