March 10, 2010, 6 pm: My husband confesses he cheated on me.
March 11, 2010, 2 am: I take my grief to the keyboard.
March was a well named month. Time marches on, and time will tell what is next.
Nothing is safe in my hands. Anything is likely to get thrown in a bout of anger. Nothing is safe on my feet, either. I'm getting pretty good at kicking off my shoes. I give my last shot a 9.5-ricocheted off the ceiling.
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