My ex's childhood friend texts him periodically from Kiev with updates on the war. His wife and child sleep in the bathtub at night in case they're bombed. They're forbidden from driving cars and there's a curfew. The subway is a makeshift bomb shelter, but is located five miles away from his apartment, a fairly long walk. Fuck Putin.
The bright side of being abandoned by M is the timing, since I now have more time and energy to be supportive to my ex, who probably needs me more right now. Our collaborative soup is coming along and our cats are sniffing each other. We are in this together.
12:26 p.m. - 2022-02-26