From my sister this morning. Made me feel like an invincible bad ass.

We talked yesterday and it was awesome to catch up. She said something, regarding Misty’s wife and the situation.

“Sure, so she signed up for some fucking around on the side, a kind of extended hall pass, but what you guys have is more than that. You have this whole relationship going on that is sexy AND other things. *That*, I’m pretty sure, was not what she was thinking.”

I agree with her. I bet she did not sign up for that. But what happens to “love” when you begrudgingly give a once a year hand job? What happens to love when you never ask about a person’s day? What happens to love when you don’t even cuddle or hug the other person? You’re a douche. A selfish douche who can’t be bothered to look after the person you “love"s heart.

But that is what it looks like from the cheap seats. Who the fuck knows. And really it’s none of my business. Maybe he gets off being treated poorly? I just work hard at keeping my thoughts to myself and supporting his relationship.

Divorce is ugly and hard. It’s hard on little people. And if they are still both enjoying putting each other through these things, then I will do my best to not let their toxicity leech into me. I’m not a part of that shit show. Mostly.

My sister asked why do they keep doing this, and I get it and I don’t. I just have to accept that this is part of the price of admission.