6 mos l8r

2much journaling to write; nothing worth writing about over living; wait til a lawyer tells you to journal, i say. Then you’ll learn. I am now learnt. The livings both bad and good. First, profoundly bad. The robots couldnt fixt it. Ttoo many typos. I gave up the martyrdom. Theres a new unrequited queen; size 2t. All else takes the limelight. As her cognizance grows, escaping the chaos becomes the priority. It’s always been, before she was born. “You used me for your surrogate” she said once, with the devilish tongue, then the sudden shake of the head as if the holy spirit recognized the error; but once its been spoken, once its been released to the airwaves, now it’s stuck like a burr and theres no arguing to some degree: yes, i’d so deceived myself you hadn’t been infiel that our realest consummation after nearly a decade seemed inevitable; in that sense yes, i ignored what could have been real in front of me and seeded you in spite of the foreboding logic, the plentiful signs, ignorable reality; do you understand, still, thats just how i luvd you? How real it was for me: as real as it had ever been. What was the demand? Find the man dually equipped for your ne’er received (from me) 30th gift; such an act is not in my repertoire. Among other revealing ejaculations of the Id; for our childs sake, do the counseling.
i commit to this new life.
beyond what i thot was who i was:
4dounoj35u5?truly?