This hurts more than I thought it could...
I just want to rip the sheets from the bed, break all of his cigars in half, pawn his cds and stereo, withdraw all the money from his bank account, take everything he took for granted away...
But that's not very nice, is it?
I wish more than anything else that I /was/ having an affair. Maybe then this wouldn't hurt so bad.
But fuck it. I've been homeless before. I'll make it through. I'll take Monk with me, and when I leave for work this summer, I'll have him boarded. Monk might not like it, but I certainly will. I need my cat and my bed sheets. I need my books and my favorite soap. It's as much of home as I need--me and my favorite things.
Which makes me think of home once a few years ago, before everything went from bad to rotten. Kay and I sang songs from The Sound of Music... The last thing I want is another sad memory. I swear, I don't want to cry.
But that's not very nice, is it?
I wish more than anything else that I /was/ having an affair. Maybe then this wouldn't hurt so bad.
But fuck it. I've been homeless before. I'll make it through. I'll take Monk with me, and when I leave for work this summer, I'll have him boarded. Monk might not like it, but I certainly will. I need my cat and my bed sheets. I need my books and my favorite soap. It's as much of home as I need--me and my favorite things.
Which makes me think of home once a few years ago, before everything went from bad to rotten. Kay and I sang songs from The Sound of Music... The last thing I want is another sad memory. I swear, I don't want to cry.