Party Pooper

It’s been a while since I’ve posted.  More than 2 weeks actually.

I can’t find the words; can’t bring myself to write about anything related to celebrating.

For I’m scared and angry and incredibly sad.

Emma’s dealing well with it.  Family has been informed.  Friends have cried with me.

I never thought it would be us.  Never thought it was possible.  But here I am.  In my 40s, getting divorced and unsure of my future.

As much as I may want to, I just can’t think creatively; can’t muster any humor; can’t cover up the emptiness.

I know I’ll be able to write again at some point.  Hopefully sooner than later.

But for now I need to mourn.  Need to go through these shitty emotions.  Need to feel them and deal with them and repair myself.  I don’t know how long that is going to be, but it is the journey I need to take.