Oh, hello again. It's been awhile. Not sure if I remember how to do this, but hey, I need somewhere to put my thoughts.
I closed up shop on e2 about twenty years ago when I started a new relationship; now we're married and have two kids and I'm so over it, I can't breathe. Cycles, man. He's been my best friend for 28 years, but we've skewed so far apart, it's like living with a dead person. Strangers passing, sharing kids. In one of the more lucid moments between us recently, he turned to me and said, "Tiffany, it's the end of the world, we should be having fun." It is, and we should. The concept of waking up at 60 and realizing that I've wasted 20 more years makes me desperately sad. So here I am, about to get a divorce, but honestly not all that upset by it. It pains me more to think about how long I've tricked myself; I gave up on us 4 years ago, so the mourning for him specifically is gone. Now it's just logistics and an intense longing for affection. One day, maybe.
Found someone on here in real life, by accident. It reminded me that I should try my hand at writing again. I'm rusty, but I'll try not to subject you all to any more bad poetry :)