Saturday 08 February 2003

Tracks of (Our) Tears

The stress and pressure of impending doom (ie, geographical separation) is seriously getting to Tuxedo and I.  We've been holding together as best we can, for each other's sake, but last night and today I set off on a massive crying jag, and that set Tux off too.  This is no good, just no good at all.  We're going to have to rethink this whole thing, as we can't go on like this.  Looking into this big black hole of loneliness and heartbreak.  I mean, I'm on the verge of choking and breaking down every minute, and that's rough on the husband person particular as he's really getting the raw(er) end of the deal.  Here's me, heading back to family and friends and support, as well as fabulous weather and physical rehabilitation which is so, so much to look forward to I should be jumping for joy.  Tuxedo on the other hand is feeling even more lost and confuddled, although his workmates and bosses are supportive and helpful waaay beyond the call of duty.  And yes, we both know it's temporary .... but how long?  I mean, because of fuck-ups and general incompetence on the part of the lovely people at !Immigration, my visa took nearly a year to be processed, as opposed to the six weeks I was originally advised.

So yeah ... today we're both feeling kinda dehydrated and sore from crying.  I just wish I could goddamn stop this almost involuntary leakage of salty ooze from my eyes - it can't be good for me, let alone my contact lenses.

Bleaughhh.

Have a good week, you guys.