So someone calls up to talk to me about my son riding on the short bus (his idea, not mine). I was able to be all bright and nice on the phone. All this while my mood is actually about a 3-4 on the if 1 is suicidally depressed & 10 is the happiest you've ever felt scale. I started the day fine but started heading down for no reason I could discern. Then I ran across pictures of my 50th birthday party. The one I would NOT have wanted if I'd realized my husband was only doing it because he HAD to. Which he followed up by leaving me two weeks to the day after. I understand why he did it now. But his timing sucked big green donkey... genitalia.