I haven’t felt anything in two years

*snicker*

I’ve been living in an absolute shit show lately and well, it went from bad to worse on May 3rd.

Quick recap: South Dakota sued Wayfair in 2018 and won, which means that ANY company delivering goods to their state has to pay sales tax.

Just like when Roe v Wade fell, the entire country hopped right the fuck on that and started changing their laws to include something called ‘economic nexus’. It used to be that having a physical location in the state (office, warehouse, etc) required the payment of sales tax. Now, remote employees and sales over a certain dollar amount trigger nexus. 

We deliver to a lot of states. A LOT. Amazingly enough, most of the laws have been in place since 2018, but it’s finally become a thing now.

I’ve spent a lot of time combing through our sales and finding a consultant to help me detangle this mess… and it’s bad. It’s really bad.

I’d pulled all nighters for two weeks, which combined with the anniversary of my father’s death and my mother’s birthday.

Did I say absolute shit show? Yeah.

Any way, I’m feeling particularly needy on my mom’s birthday and went to the husband for a hug. Something was off, so I asked him if we were OK and then he told me that he hadn’t felt anything for me in two years. TWO YEARS.

So, basically, I’ve been held hostage in Florida for TWO YEARS. If he had said something back then, I would have packed up and started the next chapter.

Well, he dropped that bomb on the 3rd and here it is the 20th. We’ve already divided up the furniture in the house, we’re looking for places to move to, and the house is just about ready to put on the market.

Every one I’ve discussed the details with keeps asking why we’re moving so quickly, why we’re not trying therapy. It’s been 26 years, doesn’t that mean anything? Blah blah blah.

If I’m to be honest, I haven’t liked him very much for a few years now, but it was convenient and easy to stay with him. Amazingly, those are the same reasons he never said anything.

I’m not sure there’s anything worth saving.

And I highly doubt that any amount of couples therapy is going to convince me to stay in Florida.

I feel more betrayed by his inability to tell me TWO YEARS ago - when it would have been easier to pack up and move home - than if he had slept with every. single. fucking. person in the entirety of this cesspool of a state.

So. Yeah. That.

The odd thing is that, despite how long we were together, I’m really very excited to move onto the next chapter of my life.

I’m stuck in FL for a little longer, but I’ve promised myself I’m moving home in two or three years.

I haven’t picked a place yet.

All I know for sure is that I will not be winding up in Connecticut.

Maybe.