tired of being a statistic.

I mean, we're always going to fall under some type of a statistic, right? I understand that. But seriously?!? Tired.

I'm already 25 and divorced. (And for your high-horse, up-on-a-pedestal, you-gave-up-too-soon people, you cannot be further from the truth. I hate it when people label others pathetic for getting a divorce. Sometimes that applies, but not in my case. Trust me. Anyhoo. Tirade over.) And now I fall into another statistic--'cause Otto and I are no longer a couple, as of a little while ago. been trying to find a way to type it, but it's kind of hard to see it all written out. don't like to air my dirty laundry on my blog, y'know? anyhoo.

sigh.

and yes, I'm fine, and no, I'm not going to blog all about it. If you want juicy details, there aren't any. And if you want to know the story anyway, you'll ask, and likely I'll tell. I'm not bitter about it, I'm just bitter about the judgement that some people will have about it. It pisses me off. And it's not nice to say things like, "yeah, well, it's not like we weren't expecting this to happen." Because, well, no matter how you meant them, they're hurtful.

Anyhoo. Think this is it. Prolly for the best, but it still hurts. Happier post soon, I'm sure.

tonight, I'm going to look at furniture 'cause a store that sells cute stuff is closing. I have zero idea how expensive said cute items are, so we'll see how it goes.