So that’s why the massive e-mail archive exists

So sometimes I wonder about why I keep e-mails forever. And then as I’m trying to work out why I’m so very broken up about someone I’d not spoken to for years dying, I flick through.

And there, at one of the most awful points in my life, are a stream of e-mails between me and her. She’d broken up with her partner, I was at best a car-crash of a mess. And we talked. A lot.

I’d forgotten.

So that explains the hot mess I am this evening.

I think I’ll stop posting now and try and find something…less…share-y for a bit.