The Ghost of Relationship Past hangs over me today. No matter how I try, I can't seem to shake it. It probably doesn't help that I awoke early this morning to the sound of my cat throwing up a hairball, which is an apt metaphor for how I feel--pretty much just sick to my stomach.
You see, today would have been the 10th anniversary of my relationship with my ex-boyfriend Mark. It's hard to avoid that fact. It's harder to avoid that he moved on and is marrying someone else. It's an emotional hairball of sorts: gross, sticky, with a stench that's unmistakable.
I am so despondant this morning that I don't even want to eat (this is how you know things are dire.) This too shall pass, but in the mean time, it's back to heartbreakland...no hotsauce today, just straight-up heartbreak on the rocks, with salt.
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