The last few days I have been more like living, not that I could focus or feel anything. I was more like a walking corpse, seeing while I walked but not taking cognizance of things around me.

Sometimes I walked down the road, totally forgetting I could easily be hit by cars flitting by until a shitty driver would honk fiercely and threw some invective at me. I am just a shadow of myself.

True to her words, Irene has been supportive the best she can. She held my hands at day and cuddled me to sleep at night. She helped me get a lawyer to file the divorce papers...