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I happened. It happened, and need you to acknowledge that.

Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…

I feel like I’m just banging around like the ball in a pinball machine. I don’t know what to do with myself when it’s just me here. I started sorting the pile of clothes in the spare room, a pile for each of us, and a pile of things we shared. There’s Netflix, but I…