my colored picture in a world of black and white

August 4, 2009. That's the day my marriage ended. That's the day my life ended.

I'll be gone within 24 hours, one way or the other. And since everything I "own" he bought (my money always went to bills) I doubt I'll have a computer to keep in any contact. Or much of anything else, really.

Never again. For better or for worse... Yeah.

Why am I always the only one that ends up taking things seriously? Why am I always the only one that really loses out in the end?