No Dignity...

This morning I broke down crying in the car...all because of a Jim Croce song about two people getting back together for Christmas because they never should have broken up in the first place.

Say it, "Jim Croce."

WTF? Has anyone seen my dignity laying around? I seem to have misplaced it...

Cleaning House.

So I talked to S tonight (I pulled H into the back room with me for moral support) and told him that I didn't want to go to the theater and that things had been uncomfortable for quite awhile now...and he cut me off by saying that I didn't have to ever talk to him again and that he didn't particularily enjoy our interaction anymore either. Click.
And that was it.
It was like a "Get Out of Jail Free" card. I'm relieved. free. done.
How about that?