14,610 Days Alive
5 Hours and Change Till I Turn Forty
1 Slice of Birthday Cake Eaten
I am not doing okay today. I had my last day of work, a birthday lunch with a few friends, and then enforced change in my life.
I broke up with Mac. I’m am so fucking sad and I feel awful. He sad he was blindsided by my words. And we both cried so much. I still love him, even if I know he isn’t the right person for me as we both are right now. And I am not the right person for him. I wish I could have been; he’s not a terrible person or anything. Just the wrong person for me.
I am hoping that tomorrow goes smoothly. Meaning both the drive and the unloading of everything. I hope I can afford to go out to dinner for my birthday when all is said and done.
I’m going to try and get some sleep. Spock is curled up in the bend of my knees, purring.
Take your meds, folks.
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