Okay, so a pipe broke in the back storage room in the basement at my wife’s house. She called to let me know that I should move everything out of there so it doesn’t get wet. And while I’m at it I may as well just take it out of the house, since I am most likely not ever moving back. This is it then. This is the beginning of the end. I am, understadably, upset. I am angry, sad, excited, nervous. This is what I want isn’t it? Is that what I’m afraid of? Being wrong? Is that why I have such a hard time making decisions? I’m afraid of making a mistake. But what if not doing anything, not deciding, is an even bigger mistake. That’s okay I guess, since I can ignore reality. I can medicate and make it all go away…

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