Well, I shouldn't be shocked, but here I am feeling utterly shocked and thoroughly devastated. Interesting aside: I cried so hard that I almost threw up! I don't recommend it to anybody, but it was an interesting sensation.
Jen has decided that divorce is the best way to "work on 'us'". Why do any kind of couples therapy when you can just get divorced? Easy peasy! This is all such bullshit that it practically defies description.
Naturally, my depression is the chief culprit, but she does admit that she doesn't have any idea how to relate to or deal with it. Then again, she actually said, "I guess I'm not a strong enough person to deal with the ADD and depression". This coming from a woman who is without a doubt one of the strongest people I've yet met; which makes this sound to my ears like, "I guess I can't be bothered to deal with your problems or learn anything about them". Refusing to do any kind of couples therapy all the while, mind you; which smacks of cowardice to me.
So, now I'm trying to figure out what to do with myself. I'm going to start boxing up all my shit today and move it into storage. After that, I don't know what. I can't sleep on my sister's couch for long, their place is just too small to comfortably accommodate three adults (one of whom is an intermittently blubbering mess). I have no job (still!), no money and - in a way - nowhere to go. Fuck my life.
Apologies for the Negative Nelly-ism.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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