The countdown to my move is one week, three days. I bounce back & forth between excitement for a new journey and deep sadness because I don't want to end this relationship. My bf has been very good the last week or so. He's back to his calm, loving phase, the one I fell in love with. I am so glad for the peace and I am showing him as much love as I can. I know it won't last. Last night he told me he has a special account where he's saving for a trip to Hawaii. We often talked about how niether of us really wanted to get married again (we both did it 2x already), but we'd love to take a honeymoon. I stuck to my guns. I didn't say a word about the trip or moving. I did tell myself that it doesn't change anything and, God Almighty, what if we're in Hawaii & he slips into his manic mode! So, as I'm standing my ground s ilently, he adds, "or maybe I'll payoff my Harley with it." My psyche breathed a heavy sigh. It was a typical thought from him. He means well, for about 5 seconds at a time. So, I'm back to sweating over the move. I still need to pack a ton. I hope I can pull this off. If I can, when I get settled in the new place, I'll invite you all to a virtual party. Like at Christmas, it will be come as you are and I shall accomodate each if you in any special way you need.
I love you all. Thank you for your support.