I'm packing a life I had to move to a life I don't want anymore. When did my life become so meaningless that I don't see color anymore? Everything is so grey and cold all the time.
All I have done in between sleeping and eating is to manage to get my ass to work. I guess at least I still have a job. Silver lining, right? Fuck you.
I guess I need to start at the beginning. How I got here, how I ruined a pretty damn good life, and how Karma, oh the bittersweet, secret, dark, hard, Lady Karma just keeps kicking me in the proverbial dick day after day.
After reading this, if you don't feel like eating a bullet along with me, I haven't told the story correctly.
Short version: My wife is currently living with my ex girlfriend and my son. What the fuck, right?
Stay tuned folks, this gets crazy. Right now I need a cup of coffee, a cigarette, and meaningless sex with a woman whose name I didn't even bother to learn.
I have turned into Hank Moody. Good or bad, only time will tell. I'll either end up back with my wife and a lifetime of therapy with her and my family, or dead. Really no in-between at this point.