To all that have friended me, I'm grateful for your friendship. Truly! Been a rough road for me these past few months and if venting here will help, I know you'll understand.
If you don't need my woes, stop reading now.
I have missed you all. But I found that when I joined my friends... you know which ones... you that share my obsessions, deepest thoughts, and creativity... my wonderful new friends that live all around the country and that I hold so dear to my heart... well, when I join y'all I would turn my back on RL. It's so much more fun here with y'all. Well, RL was seriously knocking on the door, so I had to answer.
Okay, the soon to be X really did a number on me. I "thought" all was well. He agreed to the divorce, we got new jobs and he moved to Houston from Austin with me so we could have our support group of friends and family close, has been great with the kids in helping them through this rough transition, would give me grief every now and then but in short blasts that I could handle. But the more independence I exhibited, the stronger his hold on me tried to become.
Finally, on a good note, the house in Austin sold and we were no longer double-house-payment-poor. So it's time to move out and move on, right? He won't go. He says he doesn't want the divorce. We're still in our probationary period, so he can really f*k it up for me and knows it. Why oh why don't men do something when the time is right? When I asked him to work on the marriage? When I told him I needed him? Why wait til the last minute when I'm already DONE!?! I am so done!
So I'm looking at apartments for me and the kids, while he resides in a 4 bedroom 2500 square foot house. When this is over, I'm taking a trip. A far far away trip! Where is Viggo filming these days, anyway?