12,631 Days Alive
1 New Parental Unit
Man, today has been bonkers. I was up most of last night with nausea and had a lot of errands to run after work so I took a mental health day.
I ended up crying in my car on the way to filing the paperwork. And then a two hour wait to finally get seen, despite showing up early.
Then I ran some errands, cried some more, and waited for Reffin to get off work to grab a meal with her.
Managed to get through that without any more crying-though it was a near thing.
I don’t know why I’m so sad. The failure of our marriage is not the end of the world. I just feel… crushed by it.
In other news, online DNA testing found my birth father! We were already Facebook friends, as well as my half brother. Crazy small world.
I think I’m happy about it. I’m cheerful at least.
I’m going to bed. It’s late and I tried to go to bed two hours ago.
Take your meds, folks.
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