Hiding

I wish I had pretty words to match the pretty green of my eyes when I cry these stupid tears, but I don’t. I have hate and longing, despair, and a certainty that I am made of all these broken parts that won’t seem to match together.

I accepted the job at the VA. Now it’s delayed until we can sort the vaccination mess out with the new federal guidelines. I need Quinn to be vaccinated so then I can file for divorce and just start moving on. Building new again.

I don’t want to people outside of Quinn. I would like to quietly fade into invisibility and just observe. For now anyway.