it's kinda funny that while people in the comments where discussing how to, like, finding excuses to skip olympics and whatnot, my brain had moved on to something much, much more drastic. it's not a random though, however. Like I have to be clear I think. This is something that had been simmering for a while, and a moment of vulnerability showed me how I really, actually felt. I know some of you, for some reason, really want ats to continue. But to make a cruel, unfair analogy: when has holding off a divorce 'for the kids' ever really worked out?