The year was 2012 –

I had an affair. I felt very guilty about it, though not guilty enough to stop.

The affair lead to me finally leaving my unhappy marriage.

I dealt with serious drama as a result of both, which was obviously my own fault, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t difficult.

My relationship with D was on again/off again. We had very high highs and the lowest lows. It was rough go that year. It’s hard to start a new relationship amid so much drama.

Then, when things were finally turning around, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. At 33 fucking years old. And they cut off my tits (Nov 28, 2012). (And they poisoned me. And they burned me. But that part technically happened in 2013).

So yeah, fuck 2012.