Josh and I are going to couples' counselling in preparation (or not, as it may turn out) of moving to Colorado.
Colorado. Josh's half-sister--Jess, who he'd never met until two weeks ago--lives there.
She just broke her engagement three months before the wedding. Everything's been paid for. She needs support, and Josh wants to be there for her in ways he couldn't before.
It's all such a long story. I just thought I'd mention it. You remember how shit happens in my life and then I'm like, no, it cannot POSSIBLY get any weirder than this?
It does. It always does.
(mostly I'm writing because I know it'll bite me in the ass if I don't, not because I want to examine it. This is a new thing for me, or at least the recognition of it is.)
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