Thanks Jeannette. I just don't get it. I had packed up some of his stuff that I brought back into the house because I stupidly had hope that he'd actually try his plan out at LEAST somewhat close to the outline......
I thought he took the stuff home (sigh of relief) only to find it sitting in his car in the garage. What? Why? Why not take it to your truck?
The past few days have been me spending time working on my bedroom. Rearranging it. Finding his things and stowing them in boxes. Reading stupid cards full of lies and crying. Locking my rings away in a lockbox.
One day at a time....one day soon I might be able to breathe again.
BTW I don't like this couch but welcome aboard. At least we're fun chicks
....Understand, that I can't, not be what I am I'm not the milk, and Cheerios in your spoon ~ Avril Lavigne ~ ..."Nobody's Fool"...
