limbo

what a shame we all became such fragile broken things

life is so complicated now. i hate it. i’m stuck in limbo wondering if life is going to give me back what i had or make me move on once again. Rollie asked me for a divorce almost 2 months ago. i left the house for a couple of weekends and i thought things were getting better.

last friday i got a letter on my desk from him saying that he couldn’t do it anymore. he was tired of trying, tired of carrying on the charade. he wanted me to move out that day.

i packed up my shit and he came home to watch me and he cried. we talked a bit. but not enough to figure anything out or fix anything. he left came back and we talked some more.

where am i now? in limbo, staying with my uncle. i’m confused. Rollie kept telling me not to unpack my stuff, but i can’t keep doing this go away come back thing. it’s too much for me.

some days are harder than others. i still need a job. life sucks at the moment.

i’d like to try to fix things, if they’re fixable, but i don’t know if they are. we were supposed to meet up and talk a couple of times, both times he backed out.

i’m lost.

completely.
lost.