Worst week of my life? Probably two years ago. One night I told my husband of over a decade that I was going to leave, because he was mean to me and made me afraid of him.

I went to my local bar for a beer, it was dead silent in there...every one of us hunched over our beer. Went for coffee today, same shit. Making eye contact in my town is hard, it’s depressing AF out here.

I know I am not the only one who has spent the last 4 days blindingly drunk, but I actually called into work today just to specifically get crap housed again. I am a chef at a country club and I don’t know if I can make food for a bunch of Trump supporters anymore. I seriously don’t know if I can do it anymore.