Today I am thankful that my ex promised to move out this weekend.
He asked for more gas money. I gladly bought him a $25 Citgo gas card. I spend more for his gasoline than I spend for my own.
I am still thinking that he's not thinking ahead. He says he has a shot at a good paying job.
He'll need a haircut.
He'll need money for gas to get to the job interviews.
He'll need money for auto insurance. I'll have to remove him from my policy the day he moves out.
I don't know the line between helping and enabling.
I'm not sure what I should do.
I'll let my lawyer know.
I'll be more forgiving to the judge, if my ex follows through. I will still go to my lawmaker frenemies on the Judicial Committee to explain what happened and suggest that judges be mandated to pay for domestic violence training.
If I were still Libertarian, I'd vie for a run at the house. It's not worth sacrificing my faith. No matter, I can get more done if I work behind the scenes.
To hope and happiness,
S.
I know the song I posted seems inappropriate. I can finally clean the house, repaint the walls, get rid of the mice and the mold, drag my last bass from it's hiding spot and keep it out to play, change my locks, have parties and get on with my life.
It's sad that I'm happy. This took too long. It would be one thing if he wanted to try to stop the stalking. He won't. He won't explain it. He won't take steps to put a stop to it. There are times when he gives me misinformation about it.
I'm happy that it could finally be over.
I'm actually smiling.
Thank goodness.