Was thinking about my first job after high school writing for a small local bi-weekly newspaper. When I covered games for one of the local high school football teams on a way out of town game I’d have to find a pay phone (I didn’t have a cellphone yet) after the game and read my story the editor back in the office to transcribe it in order to make the deadline for the Saturday morning edition. That was only 18 years ago, but journalists were doing things that way before fax machines and email for decades prior. I’m technically considered a “millennial” but think people around my age have a very unique perspective on the shift of life from the 20th to 21st century.
I just watched “Obvious Child” and my heart fucking hurts so much because it was so funny, beautiful, honest, tender. And it makes me hate my own life and situation a thousand times more tha I already do. I’m supposed to see her on Friday to sign the divorce papers and so she can give me back the rest of the my shit that I left behind in the house that we shared as our home. And when I say shit, I mean exactly that, just crap that I don’t need or want but she can’t stand to have any trace of me left hanging around and doesn’t have the decency to burn it or throw away on her own. Like she even has a photo of me that I had given to her and she wants to return it to me. What the fuck?! It’s for me to process the idea that she is capable of such cruelty. Is it not enough that I am giving her what she wants? Is it not enough that I am left with next to nothing? No job, a broke down car, living with my parents, an entire life and future dreamt of and hoped for dashed. Friends & fami...
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