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"Alright. I'm bad! I'm a badass!"

_______I’m here for you. Really. Whatever you need. Whenever. We're all gonna make it through this... together. 

Don't you think this is a little bit cruel?

Wow, nice shootin'

Thanks, bro! Good talk.

"Wow great. Piece of cake."

"Sometimes after a traumatic experience"

"I've seen what's down there... and I'd give anything to unsee it."

"Don't be an a-hole, okay?! I totally didn't jump! “

We've been through Hell tonight. Okay? 

Your mind is fried. My mind is fried. I don't even trust what I've been seeing.

"Boom! You just got monked!"

"You son of a BITCH!!!"

"I'm sorry, are you my secretary?"

"Come on! Look at these beauties."

"'Beauties' is not the word that comes to mind, why is this even here?" -

"Man I feel like this mountain gets bigger every time I climb it..."

"Is it a button?"

"Yeah, it's a letter..."

'll get you out of this I won't let you die

"I-I killed him/her!... I killed him/her...!"

"I saw....something. But where'd it go?

"This is so effed up!"

"Shit. I'm gonna murder her/his fucking face off."

"Is it possible they could have killed him?"

S/He saved my life. And I watched him die."

"...what about him/her?"

"You manipulated us. You’re a coward!"

There are some things that once you see them, you can never un-see them.

"I'm not all muscle. There are some brains in here, too!"

"That's me,Mrs/Mr. Easy."

"Come on, you pieces of shit!"

"Sweet is not the word I'd use."

"Hey... it's locked! The hell? Who did that? Man, there's some seriously uncool shit going on up here tonight."

Why are you being so bitchy? We're in a serious situation here."

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

"I was right there, and I could have done something - I tried to do something...I wasn't good enough.."

"Define "okay."

"What the fuck is your problem!?

 Why are you being such a bitch to me?

 From now on, you either treat me like a person or I'm out. Get it? "

"Wow, ____, good call. Radio. So smart." 

"Why do you hate my jacket?"

Listen, I don't know... I don't know if you think messing with you is somehow going to help me with my grief or whatever but this is not cool.

"Let's party like we're fucking pornstars!"

"Oooh! Sleepover! C-can we order pizza? 

"I said you're a dummy, dummy."

"I DID something! I made you believe in the world I created, and I showed you parts of yourself you were too afraid to visit!"

"When are you gonna take her to the bone zone?"

So how are we planning on breaking into my parents' lodge, bud?"

Um... I want us to have a good time, you know..."

"Nah, nah, come on, I've been down here plenty of times, big ole' lodge has got to belch out sometimes."

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! LET ME DOWN FROM HERE YOU MANIAC! 

Shit... shit... no”

! Okay... okay... okay... okay, this is gonna be okay...”

 Dude... buddy... Let's just think about this for a minute..."

"Bro! Bro, we've been through so much, come on...”

 I don't wanna go out like this...!. “

I know we haven't been the best of friends lately.”.. 

I've been kinda messed up and everything... “

 I'm getting better, man... I swear!"

"I think you bring out the worst in her/him."

I thought we were FRIENDS why would you DO THIS!?"

"Hook, line and sinker, for every little stinker!"

"Oh sure. I'm totally just crying out for help. "Help me! Oh help me! Help help!""

"Revenge is the best medicine!"

"Hey we've all got parts to play “

"I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you liked me...!""

"Oh, you poor little piggies, can't even get their good cop bad cop routine to work. Leave to the pros, bros."

"No! You're dead! You're dead!!!”

“ Shut up! I don't take orders from you. “

.. “okay... okay... I trust you... I trust you... “

"NO! NO! Why are you doing this?!”

“Leave me alone!! “

"I didn't want you to die- I swear!!"

"You couldn't buy a moldy loaf of bread with your skanky ass."

"As far as I can tell I still have all seven of my limbs!"

"Ugh, it's fine. She just can't take a joke."

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. New people. Time to meet and greet."

"But who am I to retaliate? 

“What choice do I, ______have to surrender to the strapping military guard come to take me into custody?"

"Got any marshmallows?"

"Good to know I've got a hot B.O.D."

"'Bodyguard on Demand.'"

"Whoa. Sexy AND smart."

"Stay out of it, you dumb oaf!"

"Who needs grades when you've got ALL the natural advantages you can handle?"

"That bitch is on crack or something."

 "That scared the blue outta my jeans."

"Stand back, Debbie Downer."

“ I have the best idea! Let's go hug a bear! Come on please! Come on!"

"I'm sorry... Ugh... I'm sorry, I think I'm a little freaked out and it's hard for me to like, keep this up.” 

"What? Keep what up?"

"I was... carried... and... taken... and..."

"What do you remember?"

"Where is s/he...? Did s/he make it?"

"What carried you? You said it carried you- was it one of your friends?"

"No... not me..."

"I don't- I don't know... I was by the window and there was all this glass and.. it was in the snow and then... it was... moving so fast, fuck... and then I was, I was down here..."

The thing nobody ever tells you about divorce when you’ve been with the person for pretty much all of your adult life is that a part of you dies. I’m not talking metaphorically because yes, self-help books and therapists will mention the grieving process. There’s actually a chunk of your personality, your identity as a human being walking this earth that literally withers, rots, blackens and ceases to exist. And what else is that besides a death?

And not just a small part of you, like the tip of your toe falling off from severe frostbite when the nerves and blood vessels crystallize to the point where they can never recover. There’s a half of you that you didn’t even know was there that belongs to that other person, that IS that other person, this partner, your former lover, and you realize after it all comes crashing down that SO MUCH of you simply cannot continue to exist either. It’s a series of incredible shocks, you don’t realize it all right away. It burns brightly into your awareness, the little pieces leaving your soul one by one, falling like charred embers and the light flickers out as they drift down into the void, and the panic sets in. It’s a scary feeling, shocking and painful all at once, excruciating, and there’s nothing you can do but ride it out. All the funny movies, comfort foods, spa treatments and cheerleading friends in the world can’t squash the misery. Only time will (or so I’m told) but it’s hard to believe when you’re in the thick of it. Talking helps but you start to get sick of hearing yourself.

You certainly can’t talk to your ex about it. You could, but it doesn’t change anything and only makes them feel worse. And that’s not what you want, is it? Maybe you do, sometimes, when the rage comes out in fits and starts, bubbling up from the depression, and in those moments you want them to hurt for hurting you. It must be a primal defense mechanism, just like you’d defend yourself against a physical attack. You want to know that they’re suffering, too, just as much if not more, because then you won’t feel so alone. You want to know that you’re not feeling this loss so acutely for someone who doesn’t feel the same way, who wasn’t as invested, who is happily fucking some other chick without a care in the world, because that thought is too much to bear, and if you knew that you might just lose your marbles.

Everything else loses importance and your focus. Work? Here come the stupid mistakes, if you can get your work done at all. Dating? You might dive into swiping right every chance you get as a distraction, but chances are when you’re sitting across from a stranger sipping your coffee making small talk, you’re fighting the urge to tell them “I’m fucked up! My ex-husband doesn’t love me anymore! Pay attention to me! LOVE ME!” or give them an honest answer when they ask what you did last night (Oh, cried myself to sleep – again, LOL, how about you???). He’s still in the back of your mind when you’re awkwardly saying goodnight, knowing you probably won’t be calling them again and having the distinct feeling they won’t call you, either.

And THAT pisses you off even more, because why should he ruin your opportunities to move on? He doesn’t want you, and yet you’re essentially wallowing in your post-split hell, drowning in doubt and cannot for the life of you figure out if you’ll ever get your self-esteem back. But despite the fact that your friends, Oprah, your family and your therapist all tell you how amazing and beautiful and strong you are and that you just have to get back on your feet, you can’t stop the constant tightness in your chest, the flutter in your heart when you remember your new reality, the ache when you think of what was and what your life is like now.

Your therapist asks a series of questions to determine if you’re suicidal, and one of them is “Do you have feelings of hopelessness?”. You probably don’t feel like life isn’t worth living, that nothing in your life will ever be good again, that you’ll never find another cute affordable house (actually scratch that, because you got fucking lucky last time and that may never happen again, but whatever, you can rent), or open that pie shop, or travel to that little town in the Alps you’ve always wanted to visit. But you do feel hopeless for that part of you that died along with your relationship, and there’s something else. You’re not quite ready to accept that IT’S FUCKING OVER, there’s still a little dumbass part of you that’s clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, someday your paths will cross again, when you’re both over your respective shit that made it so hard for you to exist together, you finally are content and have a creative outlet and figured out how to work part-time and still make six figures, he finally learned how to put someone else above his own needs and love unconditionally, and you’ll happen to be in the same town again, reach out to meet for a drink, there’s no bitterness left or hurt, and then you’ll keep in touch, see each other more, suddenly it’ll be like nothing ever happened, and you’ll start dating again but this time you’ll take it super slow, cautious, and the deep caring you still have for one another blossoms again into full-blown romantic, intense love, but even deeper this time, no foolin’, and this time it’ll last. You’ll have been through the ringer and your appreciation for each other will have grown ten-fold, you’ll never take each other for granted ever again. You’ll both have had experiences that have made you stronger, more whole, and have learned from past mistakes enough to never repeat them. And it will be everything you could have hoped for, and more.