Chasm

Well. It looks as if twenty-two years of history may have ended via text messages on Thursday night. Me and Chris. Me. Chris. No more "and" between our names. How weird is that?

As Chris said, "It's like breaking up with your own lungs or liver." And yeah, I haven't been able to breathe right since then.

I feel like I can't talk about it here, because I'm hurt but have no interest in making him the bad guy. Anyway, I don't really understand what's going on. As far as I can tell, it has more to do with my failure to embrace his restaurant/crew/fans than it does with my transitioning or dating Grey, but ... well, I just don't really know for sure. I readily admit I am a crappy person, but crappy people get lonely too.

Chemical buffers are a blessing at times like these.

Here's my Song of the Now again.