Ended up renting a Uhaul after all. Ironed things out with mom. Not to my satisfaction but I don't have the energy for anything other than being a "yes man" in order to get through this move.

Once I'm safely on the other side of this week, in my new apartment, and things are set up to my liking and I can BREATHE again, I can focus on more healing and peace.

I'm trying like hell to remember that as crappy as my situation is, there's always someone who's got it worse off than I do and all my blessings make me an incredibly rich person. I have my health, an incredible job, reliable transportation, and the freedom ahead of me to make my life whatever I want it to be.

Thanks be to God for everything I have and am forgetting as my misery makes me selfish and forgetful. :P

ME: 38
BF: 40
T: 10y, no kids, no M (by choice)
BD: 7/14/14, BF admits to PA, wants out, lies about new R.
10/1/14: I move out, BF lies about move in with OW
12/4/14: OW confronted, reveals all the lies