Tuesday, October 1, 2013

All the feels on a Tuesday

It's 7:20 on a Tuesday.
Yesterday I ate some peanut butter crackers.
Today I contemplated taking up drinking but thought better of it.
Maybe not today. Maybe not.

My soon-to-be-ex-husband is sitting in a hospital bed, hooked up to every beeping and whirring and pumping contraption known to man. He's been stuck about thirty times, and he has at least eight healing incisions. Chest tubes. Feeding tubes. Tube tubes.

Today I am being a grown-up. Today I am making hard decisions and answering hard questions and dealing with my in-laws and trying to figure out what this means for the divorce, for my future, and for my present-tense life that I've created.

Right now I have all the feels. All of them.