Wow, this is so me right now.
I'm back to my faith like never before. Marrying a non-believer was my mistake in the first place. Really can't believe how far I had fallen off the path.
It took a while, but running this household with the kids is SOOOO much fucking better now. It's a pretty tight ship, and I've never felt closer to them. I'm in the marital home, and it's like all the negative energy and memories are gone from the house.
I'm loving Pink's song Funhouse right now. It talks about how it used to be a fun house, but now it's full of evil clowns. I "emotionally" burned this fucker down, and "literally" burned some of the shit in it, and now I've rebuilt a Funhouse for the kids and I.
And I'm hoping for new job to pan out too. And damn, do I miss me some sex on the regular
I think at some point this shit has to be filed away in a box in your brain. But not so far back somewhere that bad feelings can fester. Somewhere a little bit near the front where your brain can look at it, accept it, and keep it moving..