Driven.

Lots to shift my attention to:
Dinner to make
Bathtime
Bedtime (both x2)
It’s recycling night (I think)
Gather the garbage
Empty cat box
Laundry (always)
Banana bread in the oven
Dishes.
None of it drowns out today’s message:
“We can finalize your divorce this week. Please confirm.”
Two weeks. Not eight.
One becomes two.
Take a swig of wine.
Curse yourself for being vulnerable.
For kissing that fucking frog.
Wish your almost-ex the best.
Wish him love and happiness.
I’m sorry I fucked it all up
But you can’t undo
What’s been undone.