I can’t talk about a single thing that’s weighing on me at the moment, and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut with steel-toed Mephistos.
I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to talk to anyone, I only want to see my kids, but they’ve gone to Tahoe with their dad, which I’ve just learned from his house mate. You’d think I might have gotten a note about that. All I can do is curl up in Daphne’s bed and wait for tomorrow.
What have I done? What kind of karmic shit is this? What is the universe telling me NOW?