Monday, my divorce was final.
Tuesday, I don’t remember that day.
Wednesday, I took some time for myself.
Thursday, I bought new panties.
Friday, I worked my ass off at the two jobs while thinking about a painting I did several weeks back.
Saturday, I ruined that painting…on purpose.
She was sleeping, not peacefully, but she was sleeping. I poured ink on her. I knew it would hurt her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it back. I did it anyway. I rubbed it in her hair. I rubbed it inter her creases. I cannot wipe it clean. Today, I will buy more paint and rebuild her. I didn’t see that need when I ruined with purpose, but I cannot look at her without hurting a lot.
Rebuilding will be required. So I bought panties, paint, and I will also buy power tools for the house that will be only in my name.
Mudança 