Month: September 2021

No More Hope

I didn’t call her the other night, but I emailed her earlier this evening. I made it clear that I would like to try and rebuild a relationship with her, even if that relationship was just a friendship. I didn’t expect a response, but I received one. We will be divorced next July, and she …

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Eating to Live

Something she always said about people where she grew up is that they didn’t eat to live. They lived to eat. I, however, am just eating to live. But at least I’m eating fairly regularly now. The cigarettes and liquor might encourage the opposite effect, though.


I sat on the edge of the bed last night for thirty minutes with the phone in my hand. It’s been two months since she moved out. Two months for her to process the situation and cope with her emotions. Two months, perhaps, to brace herself for the inevitable phone call from me. The thing …

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I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately. Like a lot. Playing songs on every Amazon device at once so it plays no matter what room I’m in. It keeps the house from being so quiet. Something I’ve noticed, though, is that I somehow find a way to make every song about my situation. …

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