And......It's All Over Folks

How can one grainy picture undo me? Leave me siting on the cold, stone bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably, mindlessly petting the warm cat purring in my lap.

I don't know what he was doing with that girl in the picture. Does it matter? It's no longer my business. But it was my business for 9 years. That's a hard emotion (instinct?) to turn off.

He is supposed to be the one crying on the bathroom floor, not me. I had been fine for 6 weeks. Positive, optimistic, goal-oriented, well-adjusted, and downright happy at times. But now, its all gone. And again, I feel like such a cliche.

It's ridiculous really. Why would it bother me for him to be with someone? I think it's a good indicator of how hard this is and how much further I have to go. It's not easy.

So I sat and combed Scrambels, my cat, for maybe an hour until I calmed down. Awesome.

the bathroom floor