Things with Travis are not good.
They haven’t been good for a long time, or maybe they never were.
I am fantastically hopeful and persistent to a fault.
But everyone has a last straw.
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Earlier today I found this piece in my Google Drive. I had saved it there on August 8th, 2014.
I was recently divorced but somehow already involved in a toxic relationship, living alone for the first time ever (at the ripe old age of 38), drowning in oceans of paper and unpleasant memories.
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