Bad things come in threes. Today is the 20th anniversary of my father's death. That's hard enough. Then yesterday we learned that my older son did not pass the bar exam. He missed passing by only a few points. Of course, he is deeply upset, and so are we. My husband has had a nonstop headache for days, and my stomach is one giant boiling cauldron of acid.
The third bad thing is that my younger son and his wife are splitting up. He chose this morning to make that announcement, and it's clear he's worried we'll try to step in and play marriage counselor.
Right now I'm numb. Punch drunk. I can't think. I can't feel. And now this damn blog is saying that it can't save this post. Shit.
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