AKA what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck I can't even
AKA Like when you're all dressed up and excited for your anniversary dinner with America, thinking she's going to propose, and then she is all "we need to talk...its not you its me" and breezes out of there, leaving you with the check and no way home, devastated and betrayed.
AKA How do I explain this to my kids?
AKA Seriously...what the fuck? We must be living in the quite the bubble given how much this took everyone by surprise
AKA I don't actually want to move to Canada so what now?
AKA We didn't do enough. What can we do now? How can we stop this from happening again?
AKA How many days til I can have a cocktail?
Hugs, hope, light and love to everyone. I will eventually be able to form more coherent sentences. Until then I am burying myself in work, and my kids, and really good books. Because life goes on, even when your heart is broken.