I woke to the news of my divorce. It had apparently overshadowed the news of the s*x scandal. I didn't know if I should be mad or relieved.
But as I sat in the coffee, nursing my coffee and reading the papers, I realized it all came down to this—my marriage came down to a gossip on the morning's blog.
It made me wonder the need for working hard for anything. I had reached the stage of numbness, I felt nothing, not even the usual anger always brewing in my chest. Nothing.
I took another sip from my mug before placing down the papers. I've been stuck in my room for 3 days now, since after the divorce, I haven't bring myself to leave the house.
I thought I was over it, I thought I was fine. But when I drove back after the divorce, everything fell apart. I broke down for the 100th tim
