Marriage Warranty?

Distraught will be the right word to use if I haven't logged in and blogged. For the first week of October, I have battled the PMS demon....that includes severe headache and I have to work and sustaining myself not to call in, suicidal thoughts, as I am about to go to my OB GYN and have them pull my uterus (that is my monthly ideation), or like a manananggal feeling, that is to put a bag of sea salt in the lower half of my body and marinate it for 7-9 days. I couldn't think straight, I can't make a good decision, I always have a hissy fit, but has to have a good face to front my hubby and not having this awful feeling obvious to him. The only thing I complained to JP was about the nagging headache that in all honesty, I could be the next CFO of Ibuprofen. Ibuprofen had been my best friend every 30 something days. Without it, I can see 8 stupid people in front of me instead of just 1. I've always thank God for it's worthiness and to that person who invented it.
Aside from managing my hysterics on PMS, I have thrown myself in a world of my friend's divorce. It must've been a couple of months that she's been bee buzzing with a co-worker, until her emotions poured on me as well.
Her moving out, my sinister-get-even actions against her soon to be ex, what to and what not had all been carefully planned by us three, with some interjection from the 3 men we've worked with (one a divorcee, the other is a 25 year old clueless single man, and a 30 sumthin' with a "co inhabitant") and my hubby who analyzes a plan B and the pessimistic side of it.
It's hard (could not really deal with it...honestly) to listen and to tell her to be strong. Having 3 kids with this situation, (they've been together for 24 years) must be overwhelming.
And so the move out happened yesterday. We packed what we can take. It was a messy getaway. The house was...in shambles. (The best way to describe) It was(the state of the house) a clutter...cluster f*ck. Even the Realtor who visited the century old house made a comment to "let go of the house!"
As we sat in the old wooden bench outside the doorway, right next to the neatly rows of garbage bags full of unfolded clothes, my brain had a relapse.
While my blogger's world are busy talking about the effect of the economy in their internet and real lives, I am witnessing broken family 101 Live. Earlier part of the loading, I was still aggressively huffing and puffing dreaming how to lose weight carrying several size 0 clothing, In a sudden turn, I am looking at a 16 year old boy who doesn't know who to turn to (father of course was somewhere in East Coast....having a grand time, not going home until Sunday), holding a temporary disconnected cellphone, crying and confused. My friend's face was covered with mixed tears and snot. Broke my heart. My husband heard their dog's whimpering inside the kennel, and lifted Pepper up to cuddle her. My eyes were misty. I heard everyone's breathing! We were on a standstill. I didn't know what to tell my friend. This is something that is not taught in combat, Not even my years of do'h experience will enhance my capability to utter a comforting word such as " it's ok...." F*ck. It is all f*cked up....and it is not OK!

Welcome to her new house.....
We forgot the gaddam dolly. 2 dollies and a big yea space in UHAUL and we left it in the old house.
We needed a break....pizza and coke for late lunch....it was a taciturn moment....

It felt like we were driving forever going back home. We're not talking. Got home, we sat in a couch, we're still not talking. We're looking in our silhouette on the TV's screen. My husband stood up and went to the bathroom. I heard his sniffles and the shower opened.
"Beh, maligo ka na!"

PS: Mercury Retrograde?
PS uli 10/13/08~ edited version


Screen shot of the idiot's website....emoticon shows how elated he was when he found out that his wife left him.