God, that Disneyland comment is just hilarious.
It's amazing how each day is so different. Sunday I'm wandering aimlessly around the house in my bathrobe with a box of Kleenex, weeping at every photograph on the wall. Today I'm able to work, laugh, and think that I just might actually live through this upcoming sh*tstorm that will include filing for divorce, arguing, more crying, having to "tell" everyone and their mother, putting the house on the market, trading in my new car for a cheaper one, packing up all my stuff and my cats, moving to a new place, getting divorced, being alone hoping I'm filled with more peace than regret/sadness when it's all finally over. OMG. And I wonder why I'm still having 2nd thoughts, hesitations, fears, doubts, etc.
This would be the whole reason behind the "one day at a time" life-path, right? Otherwise, my brain will just explode.