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No Contact & No Go

   Breakups aren't typically easy even at the best of times, but usually one party can sense it coming if not both. I never saw it coming at all. Then to add no contact and a no go on top? Every distraught grimace or painful moan echoed through the orchestral chambers of my soul.       But honestly, what can really be said once things fall off the cliff from domestic violence? There's ultimately no going back, it's just hard to face the music.     After the police arrived arresting him and I had been taken away by EMS, marked the first time in more than 365 days we would be apart and disconnected from texts or calls. This reality was too much to swallow. Even in weak moments he wouldn't pick up, nor chirp back to my annoyances or bulletins over Whatsapp. I had begun to grow used to the radio silence. Always the stoic.     As a communicator who thrives on connection and meaningful sentiments, without words what is really left? Nothing but confusion and misplaced emotio
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New Digs

 Not all news around here is sour though. Yesterday I was able to sign the lease to my new apartment! This was a great accomplishment to get under my belt so quickly all things considered. I'll even get the chance to move in a bit earlier than September as well as do some painting if I can scrape the funds together. They're just installing new appliances, always exciting, and then I can start hauling my life over. I had just finished painting and decorating a few rooms at the old place and it seems there'll be no rest for the wicked on that front, it'll be back to the design grind for me as I inject some life into the slightly dated apartment. It is a 2 bedroom though and it's in a really quiet neighbourhood literally a block away from my favorite park in the city. It's south but not as deep as the south can go so it might be considered south central :P Being right off the Deerfoot and all. Either way, I managed to sneak in with my less than fantastic credit sco
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Bitter Beginnings

  Not all good things are meant to last, and not all things go with goodness. The last 7 weeks have been rough to say the least. My break-up was cemented suddenly with domestic violence July 2nd. There was no cushioning the blows. Blindsided and uprooted at the core, without warning, without care, the life between us I had grown to find so much comfort in was suddenly gone. It was shocking and confusing. I spent the next two weeks getting medical attention, filing police reports, getting cranio-facial surgery and then packing my life up and leaving behind the home we shared after weeks of surviving and inhabiting it alone and saying farewell to my furry hind-quartered friend Stan, our rabbit. It's been an emotional roller-coaster. From memorable days and summer-times, to horror and disfigurement with no contact, I'm not even sure how I've made it this far. While I'll get into my recollection of this night in another entry, for now, this will serves as introduction to a
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