Strange Transition...

            In one night, we went from estranged couple to Drinking buddies, trading stories of the one that got away. After some Scotch and Blackberry wine (what a combo!), I spilt the whole story. I told her everything. And it wasn’t nearly as bad as she suspected.

            Of course it’s all moot now, but it was good to put all the cards on the table. Essentially, we’re both fucked. Ain’t that the rub? The final question was “Now what?”. There was no answer, but at least we can be a little more civil to each other.

            I’m still a little lost, but I think I will manage a little better now.

 

 

 

 

            I’ll be OK.

            Take care.