At this company, that is, not of life. He’s not dying, a fact he repeatedly reminded me of in an incredulous tone when he caught me crying.
He’s got a great new job, a wonderful opportunity for him, blah, blah, blah. I hate it. I don’t need the child support now, so can’t he just stay here and play with me?
I dried my eyes with a kitten. They’re very absorbant, and there’s a whole litter of them here today. Twinnie and Lacey both adopted one, and I got to play. Yay for transference!