So, I was married for ten years after dating this girl for ten years. That’s twenty years for anyone counting. That’s more than half my life. Last year, she divorced me. I buried myself in work, and everything seemed okay for the most part. I mean, there was the immediate crying bit, and a few off days between, but I was mostly okay. The school year ended, and I haven’t been able to leave my house in four days, nor have I been able to do anything.