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I speak to no one in the above picture anymore. For years, they were some of my closer friends, especially 3–4 of the people therein. I have no clue what their lives are like these days. It’s sometimes weird. Wrote about that once, here.
It was five years ago this weekend that the divorce process initiated for me and my ex. I think it was final that July (2017), but the March 3rd to 6th period of ’17 was where it all came tumbling down. If you’ve read anything I’ve ever written, you might guess that the end game was more about me. Basically, on that Friday — I think it was March 4, 2017 — I did some work in the morning, then P90X (HA!), then I decided to go to the bar across the street for a sandwich. I did have that sandwich, but I also had about six beers, interacted with some people, then stumbled across a field and up a hill, slightly urinating myself in the process, to another bar and then to an exploratory phone call with someone who would briefly become my therapist (while drunk), then to another bar to meet a woman who later became one of my ex’s best friends, to talk about an event the next day. I was sloshed. So, during that bar, my then-wife texts me and within the text she says she wants a divorce. I figure it’s hyperbolic, but I’m also smashed to smithereens, so on the way home I stop at another bar — actually the same bar I started at — spill an entire beer onto myself, make…
