Blerg...er...uh...um...I forgot what I was saying.
Tuesday, December 09, 2025
Frustration
Monday, December 08, 2025
I did say daily, didn't I?
Sunday, December 07, 2025
New-ish Wheels
Saturday, December 06, 2025
One step forwards, two steps back
Friday, December 05, 2025
Another Day...
Writing has always helped me. I'm going to try to write in here more often. Also because I don't feel like I know how my finances are going to shake out yet and I don't want to add a therapy charge on top of anything else until I know. Which maybe isn't good, but my dude (who I shall henceforth refer to as Yamada), is going weekly right now for £160 a pop. And Yamada needs it. I haven't written about any of that, but I'm going to sit that out for now. I don't think anyone reads this, but you never know, even though I don't have it indexed. Search is sneaky. And Yamada's business is Yamada's business.
Anyway. Today. Yamada didn't make it into school. They'd made the rest of the week but today was just too much. And you know what, fair. Every day has been hard and I find myself randomly sobbing out of nowhere. But, I needed to charge that hateful car today, so I went to the gym where there are chargers and gave it a shot. I made it through 5K, a bit of running, but mostly hill climb so I could watch Campfire Cooking in Another World. I was lucky in that none of the old ladies that know anything about me were in at the same time, so I got out without any questions. And then I went to Sainsbury's and managed to buy the tiniest little Christmas tree ever (they'd had more the day before--I wish I'd bought one then) without crying. We're going to decorate our little Charlie Brown tree tomorrow.
I did put up some Christmas decorations. And I've been hanging up art that's been sitting in the closet. I just want -- need -- things to feel different. Other. And I'm making a stack of husband stuff in an out of the way corner of the living room for him to pack. Old me would have done the packing but new me is tired.
I am swapping between ok, relieved, terrified, and lonely on a regular basis. But trying to breathe and reclaim myself. I had some small acts of rebellion -- I swirled my coffee, which he hated and would complain about. I only opened the curtains half way instead of all the way. I researched possible used cars so I can be shut of his car that I absolutely detest and makes my blood boil (charging it today was a fiasco, I had to try three machines to get it to connect and it was freezing outside).
Instead of Friday pizza, we had crispy duck and pancakes and some hoisin duck bao. We watched an episode of the Apothecary Diaries together. Yamada suggested that we pick a different meal every Friday (instead of our traditional homemade pizza night) and we're going to call it Fancy Fridays until we come up with a better name. I played whatever music I wanted, which was not, contrary to what he seemed to think I listened to, any man-hating stuff. As evidenced by my Spotify wrapped, I mostly listen to K-Pop and fast songs good for exercising to.
We decided on a new tradition: Katsu Curry Christmas.
So progress was made. I still took a bath and sobbed for a bit, but there were moments of okay-ness today.




