This morning I wrote my official goodbye email to my poly partner of 10 years. We a. We haven't spoken since December.
We have started to begin discovery for the lawsuit. I can't stop crying. Digging up proof of all of my broken dreams so they can be evaluated by a third-party as to whether or not they are significant.
Fireball died because we didn't have the money to feed him and the hay that was donated to us was the wrong kind. He died because of me and I will never forgive myself. I just kept thinking hold on one more week buddy.
Angel has been rehomed. I started the process of turning her papers over to her new owners.
The other day beloved and I went through the board and got rid of all the toys that I can't use anymore. They are too heavy. They make my vertigo crazy. I've got toys on a wish list. But these were toys that I've had for 20 years. There is a braided cat that I put to the side. My beloved insisted that we keep it.
I had to cancel Saturday's play party because of Corona.
Do you ever feel like the life that you were striving for is gone?
