Monday evening and feeling cranky from lack of sleep last night and that drop in seratonin levels lingering from a weekend of excess. Still feeling stupid for my drunken Saturday night gaffe of asking a married woman whether she would sleep with me. Not only that, but I am neither attracted to her nor even like her as a person. Not only that, but she responded with an emphatic no. Am I getting desperate?
In my morning low I thought - I want to meet someone. I want romance and love letters and mix tapes. I want someone who likes me best. Is that unrealistic? I slumped into the gym at lunch time and got some relief, to only run smack into my soon-to-be-ex-husband. I keep putting something off - making the first steps to get divorced.
After the initial chit chat, I sputtered "So, I was thinking...we should get together sometime to talk about...you know...er...."
"Divorce?" he said.
"Um, yea. I got the papers from the family court."
"What do we have to do? Does one of us have to serve the papers on the other?"
"Um, yes. We need to put specific reasons on paper. And it costs 300 quid."
"Shit."
"Yea, well, maybe we should at least start talking about it."
We tentatively booked Wednesday. Leaving me to return to work late, still hungry, and feeling no less of the Monday mean reds.
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