It’s like he has a black fog surrounding him, like he is seriously so fucking miserable. He walks into the room, and the atmosphere instantly changes. You can feel the tension. It’s very unpleasant. It makes me sad, because this is not the person I went into business with.
He did take a break from hating me to remark that I, “look really fucking hot in that dress,” so I must, indeed, look really hot. Lol.
I’m wearing a fitted midnight blue velvet dress that is rather fabulous tbh.
I originally put on a plaid dress with a full skirt, but then I was like nah. Today calls for something extra. It’s date night, after all. D likes me in the fitted dresses so he can ogle my bod. I’m not complaining!
The forecasted snow timetable keeps shifting, and I am certain it will start just in time to fuck rush hour traffic. This is unfortunate, because I have to be at Freya’s band concert this evening. I’m worried I won’t make it on time, and I can’t leave early because for whatever reason we are rather busy with appointments today.
I want my next law office to be in the Westport area. If I had known when I started out that I would end up living where I do, I never would have opened a city office. Of course, I never would have considered such a thing until I met the love of my life. Love changes people.
Yes, there will be a new version of this law firm for me in the (hopefully not too distant) future. I can’t keep operating like this indefinitely. If I learned one thing from my divorce, it’s that I cannot carry the buden of other people’s unhappiness on my back. You make your own happy. I can’t make it for you.