I’m going to write about marriage to someone on the autism spectrum, 
and about getting divorced from said person on the spectrum, and about what a pain in the ass said person is, and about how lucky I am in terms of timing to be in the early stages of getting divorced from said complete tool when a global pandemic hits and forces everyone to home school their kids and stay indoors together for like 2 months, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, forever.
My kids are amazing and are what’s keeping me from either jumping off a cliff, becoming a master assassin targeting powerful decision makers without whom the world would really be a better place, or just hitting my soon-to-be-ex over the head with something astonishingly heavy and blunt. Here’s something my 12 year old daughter drew today. God.
OK, let’s go.