What the hell am I mourning? He was not the person I thought he was. But I guess it’s normal for people to mourn when they miss their old perceptions of reality. Mine was a skewed point of view that went POOF! when it came into the light and SHIT! when it hit the fan. Better to get this victim attitude over with. Yank out a couple of molars, put them under my pillow, and rant and rave in the morning when the bloody teeth are still there. Or save myself that and like life without glittery fairies flying around. Maybe that takes admitting I believed in fairies for all those years when I was supposed to be a grownup. I’m intelligent and I did that. Did anyone else do that?