Its official, I have my own place again. I should be excited about it, but to be honest its still kinda surreal. Maybe I'll feel different once I actually get to spend more than 2 hours in it, but my new apartment just doesn't do it for me.
I've got lots of cleaning and stuff to do to make it feel like home, but I'm just not feeling it right now. Why did I want this? So I could have my own space, give the kids their own, or was it because I was hoping it would help my love life? The truth is, my motivation was pretty lame. Now here I am with an apartment I'll never be in, because he cant be. The way I see it though is the next few months will either make us, or break us.
More on this subject later....
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