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Here I am, one year later.
At this time last year I was just thrown out of the house. I thought it was all over. It isn’t.
I am so stiff this morning. On the one year anniversary of being thrown out I rented a van and got most of my stuff out of the house. The house I helped buy and pay for. I moved all these heavy boxes, bookcases and file cabinets alone. I still have more to get, although very little. Mostly books. Really, I could open my own library. Then, I had to literally run a mile to make sure I made the train back home. Wow. What a workout.
I told her I was sorry about how things worked out, and that I am sorry for any mistakes I made. She still thinks I can be cured of who I am. Uh huh. Wait for it.
I also told her I am not to blame for everything, and that she is to stop using our daughter as a weapon whenever she wants to control me. Just wait until she finds out about Lexi. She’ll have a fit! It will be great!
I am doing great. Really great.
Remember how they forced me to leave TW? I didn't, did I?
As Lizzie McGuire sang, "Yesterday my life was duller, now everything’s technicolor." Lexi, trust me, I haven’t watched the Disney Channel in weeks!
Wait, I did watch High School Musical AGAIN on Friday.
Right now I am watching a beautiful morning from my top floor apartment and so grateful to be alive. While I might have gone through hell and beyond, I also went through quite a bit that was great.
Thank you for putting up with a Psycho Ninja.
I am not mourning a life lost. I am celebrating a life beginning.
