Okay, there was a time, at first, when I honestly didn't know the truth of the situation.

Then, many weeks later, when I finally did know the truth, it was too late to do anything about it. Inertia demanded that action be taken. So I took action. We took action.

And that was, as they say, that.

Then the world around us found a new equilibrium, and it's been in balance ever since. More or less. Mostly more, except from my perspective, where it's been less. But I don't really count, so more is what we'll go with.

Here's the thing. I will try. Because how many people get the chance to witness their own funeral?

This is way too melodramatic. And, hopefully, just cryptic enough that nobody but the two of us will know what the fuck I'm rambling about.