Ever go through a breakup so bad, with the other person creating so much drama and havoc in your life, that for a brief moment you wonder whether you should have just stayed there and been slightly less miserable?
Of course, in the end it was worth suffering a lot of pain all at once for the sweet, sweet freedom that resulted.
Going through it again now. It’s the breakup that never ends.
I don’t wish anybody ill. I just wish them gone.
Speaking of gone, my Evil Plan is stalled and I think I’m going to lose my shit if my birthday gift (Monday) isn’t filled with the celebration of being free once and for all.