Solid ground

I’m done trying to make things that don’t want to work work. I’ve had enough and I’m just done.

Done.

Being frustrated to the point of exhaustion is a pretty universal sensation so I think it’s fair to skip the gruesome gut wrenching detail. My husband is living with some lady that he obviously started courting banging before propriety would permit, during the time he was still maintaining the appearance of still “working things out” (read: “stringing me along and stressing me the f*ck out and depleting my financial resources”) in our marriage. Yeah. There’s that.

Dating is cool though. My approach is to go out with an open mind, no agenda, and an accept-zero-bullshit policy. I like dating this way. It takes a lot of potential angst out of the equation when you’re able to sit back and be objective about potentials.