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And then...depression set in.

I realized tonight at work what the date tomorrow (today?) is. August 18th. What would've been our 9th anniversary.

Tomorrow (today??) is the day I have to go close our joint bank account and open a separate one in my name only. Tomorrow (today???), our 9th anniversary, is the day I cut off the last tie of our life together.

I hate my life.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go mainline some melted butter, in the hopes that the cholesterol and fat cause my arteries to seize and be done with it already. DX