Religious ferver has turned me into a chatty Kathy.
I was just sitting here with free floating anxiety trying to figure out why. Then it came to me.
On Monday I have to discuss the division of property with dave that my lawyer worked out ( for some reason his taking my Rolaids didn’t put a period on this as I’d hoped.)
It won’t be pleasant because the very fact that I have a lawyer pisses him off so. Whatever she suggests he quarrels with. He thinks getting a lawyer showed that I don’t trust him.
How silly of him. Why would his going steady with a piece of shit slut put a chink in the armor of our love?
Anyway I feel nauseated at the thought of this.
I’m so scared. I worry about not having the money to pay my bills. I worry about having to pick the right people to help me.
And I haven’t even begun to deal with the idea of being not part of a couple.
But for every negative moment there is a plus. Yesterday I was in the subway (the poor me is limiting cabs) and a cop held the metal door open for me so I didn’t have to use my metro card.
See what a friendly city New York is? Even the cops know when you’re at the end of your rope and they give you a hand up.
I’m recently single too… same deal. You sound so cool — I’m gonna have to come to NY and hang out with you!
PS I’m not some internet whacko! I’m Julie and Claudia’s fb friend. Oh wait…
Good one, Karen.
Sure, Come on.