I am not proud.

Yesterday, I rescinded my divorce filing of over a year ago. Condemning my marriage resuscitated it in a way I could never have foreseen. I love this man more than ever and hope we grow crinkly together, making out with our skinny, pruny lips while bathed in the blue light of whatever virtual, retina t.v. fabulousness is invented by then.

It was a bittersweet night though. Anti-climatic. Even a bit strained between us; perhaps having to be reminded of where we’d come from. Yuck. We recovered well though. Sort of. After a long, DEEP conversation about it all complete with tears and fears, I needed to numb out.

I watched my battle rounds and ate two bags of Pirate Booty and two Skinny Cow chocolate ice cream cones.

Stop judging me.

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