It's been a million years and everything's different. The lowlights as follows: Russell and I split, I kept the condo and started a new job on the same day he moved out, just to complete the freefall. That was 6 weeks ago.

I'm in love with a married man with 2 kids on the other side of the country. We met and cultivated friendship and entanglement on a bunch of work trips over the past year. Instant connection, amplified by carefree Disneyland setting. No, nobody's leaving their family, we just have to get over it, through gritted teeth and curses to the universe. It happens, right.

Online fuckin dating, here I come. Box of wine, spill your nectar.

I think I'm a bit obsessed with making sure I am not alone. That I can be 32 and still have enough time to, through aggressive focus, get over HIM and meet a new, less-encumbered, HIM with time left to waffle over childbearing juuust a little longer.

I'd do it all with HIM. it gives me hope.