I wonder if the fact that I havent found a place that I would like to buy is making me skittish. I love the current apartment that I am renting but it's not going to be permanent. I want to get something permanent before my lease runs out. But I haven't found something that is of the right price, size and location. I guess eventually the most important deciding factor would have to be the price.
I don't need something too big for kid and me. Just an apartment big enough for kid's piano. The stuff from from the ex-matrimonial home will probably have to be put in storage for some time or given away.
The X has never seen this current place and it irritates me when he makes it sound like it's the slum infested with lice.
And the constant contact with the ex's family is twisting the rope around my wrists. I get random phone calls that sound like they are temp checking me and trying to find out where I am. It throws me off and I have to struggle to keep on even keel again.
But seriously, this lice saga is wearing my patience thin. So so hard to have a pma when all my spare time is spent combing hair and washing laundry and bedsheets.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
