I suppose it’s mostly common knowledge now, as my parents included it in their yearly Christmas letter, but I’ll start from the top…
In two days, I’ll be able to play whatever music I want, as loud as I want.
In two days, I will no longer have any incentives to come home quickly after work, for it will be empty.
In two days, this downward spiral will reach the bottom, thus ending what I feel has been, emotionally at least, the hardest three weeks of my life to date… Or is it merely the marker for the beginning?
In two days, all this and more will come to pass because I will, in our eyes, no longer have a wife, and she will no longer have a husband.
No retreat.
No surrender.
Victory or Death.
For Sigmar!
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