A blog about being the partner of a sex addict, and mother to a son with alcohol, drug, and emotional issues. "These sentences are how I solve the problem of myself."
Yeah, I've got things that I will miss if I DO end up standing my ground and actually separating myself from Jermaine, too. Sucks, but, I guess the stuff we do get to enjoy/don't have to put up with will be better than what we miss.
I know, but for some reason out of everything this really gets me. Like, motherfucker, why does he get THIS house for Halloween? For Thanksgiving? For Christmas? It's such a beautiful holiday house and in my whole life I've never lived anywhere that I really wanted to host dinners and events and I DO in this house. And it's doubly tragic to think that he won't do those things when this house is such a beautiful and peaceful space to welcome others.
Also, I'm totally jumping the gun anyway. This is all assuming that I get a job that I can afford to move out into this same area and NOT move Lexie.
I get it, Briar, I do. Maybe set the intention that you can create another space in which you can invite your friends and loved ones. A space that is yours, where you can be happy ALL of the time and not just when you are hosting. And I also get jumping the gun. I do that, too.