Ah... I understand now - this explains my stomachache today. By the way, in case I hadn't ranted lately - I hate my life.
Why is it that even though you know the answer, and you don't want to hear it, you feel compelled to ask the question? Is it just to hear the person say the words? Is it for some sort of weird finality and closure? But the thing is, it's rarely the real end of something to hear the words... it's sort of the beginning of the end. It's the place where you know you have to mourn this dying or dead thing, and find a way to carry on. Or maybe it's where you first consciously realize that a thing you thought was viable and living really wasn't.
I have much more angst... not sure I have the energy to type it up.
Posted by cshell at October 9, 2003 12:58 PM