I feel like shit as a person. My wife hasn’t had much of an appetite since last week. I don’t blame her. My wife and I have discussed why bad things happen to good people. We have no answers. It’s the way the world turns. Sometimes, we feel like we’re fucking done with it all.

P.S. Don’t read into that last part too deeply. It’s just a feeling that I’m sure many other people have felt and gone through.

I’m here for her and she’s here for me but damn if it’s not difficult at times. In our lives so far, we’ve been trying to clean up the mess her parents made, and we haven’t been able to carve out a life for ourselves. Too focused on getting through one month after the next.

We keep asking, when will it be our turn?
When will we receive a massive push that rejuvenates us?
When will we be the benefactors of luck and good fortune?
When will be able to live without worrying so damn much?

There are no answers. So we keep on trudging through life.