Tonight at crafting we were talking about how Disney movies love to kill off parents, and I could not stop getting choked up about it. The conversation itself wasn’t even sad. But the feeling would well up and my eyes would tear and my voice would get wobbly.
I watched Bridget Jones’ Baby tonight and it was as I expected; better than the sequel. Still a silly fluffy movie, but I felt they did a good job with the complexity of the situation and the relationships.
But now I’m sad… Partly, it seems, because I know what comes after this movie, highlight for spoiler Mark Darcy dies and Bridget is left alone again. I can't imagine going through that. And M is away so it feels a little too real rn.
This week has just been so isolating.
Honestly though today work was better, much more interactive. I hope it just keeps getting better from here out.
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