I’m not a crier, but I cried tonight. It has been a long day – we had an ice storm overnight which caused massive power outages in our area, though thankfully we were spared. However it meant I had both kids with me all day since both their schools were closed, while I also tried to work, and I didn’t want them there and I resented the hell out of them being around. I put them to bed early to give myself a break, poured a glass of wine and put in “P.S. I Love You”. And cried and cried through the last five minutes. Cried for the love I’ve never felt and can’t imagine is ever in my future, for not feeling happy about the life I do have, for everything that is missing and not knowing how to get it or treat myself or my children right.
P.S. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is perhaps the most beautiful man alive.