You couldn’t just let the last eight days of you peter out without some additional horribleness, could you, 2016? You had to get one last blow in before you shuffled into history as just the worst goddamn year? Fine.
Martin Freeman and Amanda Abbington have split after 16 years together. From his interview with the Financial Times:
“I’m not with Amanda any more,” he whispers about the partner/possible wife/possible ex-wife who he met in 2001, and with whom he has two children. “It’s very, very amicable — I’ll always love Amanda.”
No. Don’t do that. We’re handling this news with grace and dignity.
I’ve had my fair share of issues with Martin Freeman. But this is goddamn John and Mary were talking about here.
And Martin and Amanda always seemed happy together.
I understand there’s no real reason why I should be bummed about the amicable split between two people I don’t know, but you should understand that THIS ENTIRE YEAR IS GARBAGE AND I HATE EVERYTHING.
You win, 2016. You giant piece of shit. I’m going to rewatch Sherlock.