So our journey into the land of divorce continues. Up to this point, I have made 57 trips to the storage unit just working to get MY stuff out of the house. I bought myself a minivan, as we have always been able to share a vehicle. My husband works two blocks from our house. He has not helped with one thing. He is massively depressed, hates his job. The company stinks, he has been there 17 years, but it got bought out about three years ago and now it is a very difficult work place. Anyway, it has been in the high 90’s and 100 the past two days,and there I am making multiple trips to get my stuff out. We are selling the house and I swear he thinks it will just empty itself. He still tells me every call he loves me.
One very good thing...both of my dogs were certified emotional support animals. This is all so sad and draining. He says there is no reconciling. So, I plan to make a new life filled with concerts (classical), books, walks to the big library downtown as it looks like I will be moving downtown. Thanks for listening to one exhausted mser. Love you all, Kelly