I’m in my car, shaking after going to refill my prescriptions.
My insurance changed. It’s now $500 to refill my son’s Epi-Pen. Sorry, to refill the generic version of an Epi-Pen.
Add it to the list of everything that’s gone to complete hell in the last two years of my life.
I did loads of research about divorce and its effects on children. I’m not a spontaneous person; the end of my marriage was years in the works.
Everyone considering divorce has Googled it. There are loads of tales of people (mostly women) extolling the joy they feel without their shitty spouse. I believed it because I couldn’t breathe and it was the only lifeline I had left.