Hmm... that might not be the best analogy. What I'm trying to convey is the sense of doing something that hurts to hopefully get to something that is better. The thing is, you wouldn't rip off a band-aid unless the flesh underneath had healed. And the flesh underneath right now is a bit ragged, crusty, pus-y (ie, oozing pus, not pussy), and whatever other disgusting metaphor you can think of.
What's up? Well, I left my husband for a couple days. IE, not a vacation, but rather get away, make a point, I'm done with the way it has been and something radical must be done to change it. But I'm fucking scared.
Not going to be a productive day at work.