I tried to daydream, but my mind kept wandering

[ClingingToHope]

Made the trip across town to sign papers to put old house back on market. Stomach all tied up in knots.

My brain kept making leaps.

If she sells, the girls will put on brave faces when they pack in move, but it's the only house they've ever know.

Personally, I built the bridge across the creek. I dug out the fire pit. I built the two level garden. I scraped the floors to put in the hardwood and the carpet. I crunched the numbers and took out the loans to put in the new windows and air conditioning. I went to the city council meetings to get a variance to build the two-car garage. I personally gutted the basement after a massive flood in 2008 and spent hours working with the contractors in redoing it to XW's exact specifications.

I didn't want to stay there forever. I wanted to sell and move into "our" dream home.

Realistically, it still may not sell, even as a short sale.

As I was driving away from the real estate office, I told myself to move on. It's a done deal. I will "buy" a house again before XW.

The last thing I have to do is quit dragging my feet on stuff like this. Rip the band aid off. The fewer real ties to XW the better.