I have realized I would rather do the shitty outdoor things a thousand times over than deal with Ex Mr Dr Red because today as I was winterizing the pool I nearly stepped on a decapitated dead bird and then nearly stepped on the head.

I feel like my first post here should be epic, but honestly, it's been a year so it'll be an update instead.

I left Mr Dr Red last October after quite a difficult few years. It hasn't been easy, but I feel so much lighter and better.