The F@*#-ERY Has Ended

The sense of relief is incredible.

When it has just been a case of...

(as my wife so delicately put it)

... seemingly endless fuckery.

With no sign of quitting. No end in sight. Knowing it will go away but not knowing when it will leave.

And then it finally

Stops.

The sense of relief is almost physical in nature. It's honestly and truly like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders. As if someone says, "Here, let me take that away for you" and suddenly you can sit up straight and not feel as if something is pushing you down.

It's as if you realize, "Oh hell yeah. This is what it feels like to be normal again. To not be stressed and worried and not know when it's going to end. To not be in a state of fuckery. This is what relief feels like."

And it's not that there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel; we knew it was going to be okay. But it was not knowing how long the journey through goddamn tunnel was going to take. That was the incredible awfulness of the situation.

But the fuckery has ended. The fuckery is gone. Fuckery no more.

Farewell fuckery, may we avoid being re-united for a long, long time.