Okay, i lost it at my husband, displacement of the lowest order. We’re booked for a weekend away and he is resistant, “Why do we have to do this?” I went psycho, screaming, throwing things. This was planned long before the news that changed my life. It ended with “Fuck you, I’ll go without you.” I left before I hit him. Good call. When I got back, he was packing, but as it turned out, I probably should have gone by myself. We probably need a break from each other. And from this strange situation.

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