So an update. Which is not much. We had a big blowup. My insecurities get the best of me and I seriously did a huge backslide last week. He said he is never coming home. So of course I got upset and told him to get his stuff out of my House by the end of September. He got upset. I got upset. It was just a mess. I told him what I wanted out of the cottage. He was supposed to bring it home to me this weekend. But he didn't bring anything home to me. I don't know why I let my insecurities get the best of me. I don't know why I get angry at him for leaving. Well I know why. But it doesn't help anything. So I spent the weekend completely gutting my backyard. I weeded everything and threw out a ton of stuff. It felt good. And therapeutic. A new week. And a new week of detaching further.
