You know that guy at the bar that is fixing for a fight? He is the one that is just looking for someone to punch. That’s metaphorically me this week.
I want to scream. I want to die. I want to punch someone in the eye.
To paraphrase the great Sheri Lynch, “I want you to duck off. Get to the edge of the earth, then drink electrolytes, just so you can duck off some more.”
The closer I get to the anniversary of Constance's passing the more I seem to toggle between that angry fight feeling and overwhelming despair.