06-19-04 - 11:31 p.m.
emailed him; things left unsaid. after a glass or two of wine, it all came tumbling out, words i'd kept to myself for years, hurtful, truthful, venomous words. he will sting for days. maybe years. selfish bastard, i said. release me. let me go. come to terms with the fact that you chose her and lost me.
it was so cathartic, so freeing, i invited the new jim over for coffee and talked horses and admired his crinkled blue eyes and my acre of sand. it was so liberating, i soared though my workday.