posted by susan-oh-susan / february 21 at 4:02 pm / uncategorized / 6 comments
Yeah.
Christmas sucked.
I guess I decided while I was making Tyler his sandwich that I wasn’t going to ruin the kids’ Christmas by making a big deal out of it… I actually remember, that was what I thought, “Don’t make a big deal out of it, Susan.” But honestly, I don’t think I was really… thinking, you know? I was totally shell-shocked. John came home late, and pecked me on the cheek and I flinched with disgust, but he didn’t notice. He and Tyler chatted and watched television. I hid in the kitchen and baked.
I should have maybe texted Marcella. But I was mostly just trying not to think about it…
“Honey-bunny.”
“Pout.”
“I can’t wait to…”
Oh. My. God.
My husband was cheating on me.
My life was over.
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6 comments on I guess I’m not dealing very well:
BeautifulThingsEveryday: Drama queen. You’re not in that space any more.
susan-oh-susan: Are you sure? I still sort of think I am.
BeautifulThingsEveryday: My prescription, as always, is a twenty-five-year-old boy.
susan-oh-susan: You can keep your twenty-five-year-old boy. My twenty-one-year-old boy is about to arrive. In the next post.
BeautifulThingsEveryday: So you are going to keep on writing.
susan-oh-susan: I guess.
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