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The Totally Outrageous True Story of My Life Right Now
It’s gone tits-up and I’m sad, SAD, SADD
It starts with the backdrop: the one we are all looking at, slackjawed, with thousand-yard stares of disbelief. Even those of us who saw it coming are suffering from waves of shock. The free world is in free fall. None of us are safe now.
So, there’s that.
Also a fact: my own little private, inner world has busted apart at the seams, as well. Cracks I’d been noticing growing deeper along the fault lines of my marriage for a few years now have started to run like cheap pantyhose. The fabric of my life has ripped open to reveal painful truths — things I have been trying so hard not to see, and now I can’t seem to stuff the stuffing back in. The eyes of my eyes have been opened.
My body has known all along. It has absorbed realities my mind tried hard to bury. My broken down health has been a cry for help, and it’s taken me a long time to realize what it’s been asking of me.
Which brings me to The Big News: My husband and I have separated.
Why, you might ask?
Death by a thousand cuts.
On Friday, I received my five-hour-long monthly intravenous immunoglobulin therapy. Yes, it’s come to the point that I have to…
