The lease was signed last night.

SO has been the same. Up one minute; down the next. Yelling about this; then crying about that. I've been trying to stay away from him. He keeps wanting to talk - well, rather, he keeps wanting to question me, I should say. He doesn't really do any talking, rather keeps asking me how I feel about the move; do I want to move, etc, etc. I've been doing my best to either turn it around to get him to talk or just not talk at all.

I don't know if that's right or not, but I don't want to talk; don't want to have any interactions at all. I just don't want to deal with him right now. Nothing. I don't want to hear him say he's hurting and this isn't how he wanted things to turn out. I don't want him touching me or looking sad, moping around.

This is what he wants. He chose this. Now I want to deal with it in my own way. I don't know if my way is right or wrong, but I have to do what I have to do. Going dark, avoiding him, seems to be my way right now. It's not like anything we say to each other will make a difference at this point. So why talk about it? To me, talking about things just makes it worse right now.

I think he's looking for justification that he's doing the "right" thing. I'm just trying to stay neutral. He makes it so hard sometimes.

Now it's to the final countdown, 10 days and I'll be out. I never imagined things would end like this.