Or…
On a Window into Divorce
Here we are: closer to the places I’ve wanted to arrive. Let’s get our hands dirty, shall we, in the miry substance of sticky relationship talk. I can’t promise that we’ll all come out clean, but I can promise that things might be a little better—for us both.
If you don’t want to read me get some shit off my chest, then it’s probably best to stop here. There you go. You’ve been warned.
