I was made nameless on Valentines Day...

I had really set out today to have a good day despite this being the first V-day in many years that I have been single.

Then, IT happened....

"It's ____'s wife, yeah that's her, Hey____'s wife, your car is ready." 

Fucking shoot me.  My Tainted Love had not told the mechanic that we are divorced.  (I should have went to a new mechanic) Hearing that, the mechanic might as well of taken the screw driver from his tool box and stabbed me with it.  At least then I would have had an excuse to feel that unbearable pain.   I couldn't fucking believe that I was again heartbroken and nameless.  Just to avoid any further embarrassment I made an excuse of being late for work and rushed to my car.  I could not have closed the car door any faster, I fucking lost it.  How I could start a day with the best of intentions and still a series of events can still play out like some Greek tragedy?

As I sat there wiping away my tears and trying to pull myself together so I could get to work , I realized Fate was again shoving me in the direction I needed to be heading....

Dear Fate,

Ok, I fucking get it.... I WILL get my shit together... Let me go through my process.  My process just "IS" so fucking deal with it.  Ok?  

Yours Truly,

Lucia Franco