And I do understand that you mean the best when you ping me and ask "Are you okay?" It means you love me and you care and you want to help. I get that.
But I am finding it very hard to answer that question, because No I Am Not Okay. I'm not going to kill myself or anything stupid, rest assured. But no, I'm not okay and I'm finding it harder and harder to face that question.
The full state of Jo is thus: my life had changed enough that my home in SF was no longer my home. My home had become the place I shared with Krys and Kayla. I was over the falling point -- I couldn't see anything other than renting out my home and moving in with Krys and Kayla. That's where my heart and my life was.
Krys has been the best partner I have ever had. Krys has been my best friend since a few months after we met, and I've never felt so at home with anyone in my life. Kayla has been a joy to share time with, and my heart goes up and down with her every step.
This is all gone now.
No, I'm not okay.
Thank you for asking. I know you mean well. If you can spare the time, buy me a drink or send me a note. But please stop asking if I'm okay because I can't handle it right now. I can't cry at work.