The WHoReS as we knew it is officially dead.  Still waiting to find out what our insurance company says about that, but she’s a goner.  Yesterday we were finally able to enter our home after a month and a half, and part of me is glad I went and the other part is still sobbing somewhere in the recesses of my mind.  Stuff and I are alive, but our home is dead.

Right now I’m sliding into a hole, a hole full of mold and mildew.  I hope that driving away from this place tomorrow will help to get the smell out of my nostrils so that I can breathe again.  Will help to make me forget the life I had, and make me want to return to the land of the living.  I just want to lay down in a fetal position and not move.  Part of me says “drama queen” and part of me says “damn straight”. 

In short, I am a broken lady.