February 2012
2 posts
One afternoon in October.
The few people who are close to me know that I go to therapy. I’m not at all ashamed of the fact, and if somebody thinks less of me because of it, then I don’t really care. I don’t know why anybody would care if I go or not. Really, who gives a shit, right? When my wife left me after a whopping 3 months of marriage, I was absolutely devastated. There is no way I can...