I was really starting to enjoy H *not* living there. I went from tears when I heard him leave (when he finally agreed to move out) to a sigh of relief when he left. Now I am frustrated again, don't have enough space from him. Normally, he is very nice and respectful, but I still need more room.
And...
...he can't have everything. He can't have me, living with him, the girls all the time, and his 'other' life, out there, without us.
