They made me go to rehab...
I’ve been meaning to start this blog for a couple of weeks now, and all it took is the Internet being down for me to open a Word doc and start typing. I have had a lot going on the last few months, and if I’m going to try to start a new life, I might as well throw “blog more often” in with my list of goals while I’m at it. It’s been a shitty 2025. At the end of the year, Hank got out and was gone for almost two agonizing weeks. I don’t think I cried so hard for so long, and I feel like the grief and agony broke both Chris and me. I know he felt really guilty about it because ultimately, he was the one who had left the door ajar/open, and believe me, I wanted to blame him for it but at that point there was no point in affixing blame, I just wanted Hank back. After trying a million things I finally suggested putting the Blink camera and some food in the back hallway and leaving the back door open, and one morning, by some miracle, Chris was awak...