There are many,many things that anger me about this whole situation, but none as much as this:
You, walking up to me as we meet to drop off the girls, handing me a bag full of Christmas ornaments, and saying, "I want you to know this is very hard for me."
Once again, I am supposed to feel bad for you. But... when i try and kill myself, i'm not "thinking about others."
Your sadness about our divorce is overwhelming, i am very sad for you, now leave me the fuck alone to figure out how to go to bed without crying and wake up without a plan to fake how much i enjoy life.
