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.
There aren’t words that speak properly of the empathy I’m experiencing for you at the current moment.
Much love,
Ghetto.