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May 08, 2000
What is there to say?
I don't know where to begin, here.
Yesterday Barry told me he wants a divorce. I had no idea he was unhappy, he never told me. He's blaming me, but at the same time telling me that there was nothing I could have done to change things, nothing I should have done that I didn't.
I left, got on a bus, came home to Vermont. I'll be here for a week. I have to find somewhere to live -- our new landlord won't let just one of us stay in the apartment. I'll have to find a place with roommates. I can't afford to live on my own.
I'm trying to be practical here, but I haven't been able to stop crying since yesterday. I don't know how I'm going to get through this.
Posted by Mary Ellen at May 8, 2000 10:26 PM