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Love.

It's already getting wild out here, and I've completely re-evaluated my definition of "behaving myself".

All the fun.

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everything came together perfectly

I'm in Nashville. In my beautiful house, with all my wonderful animals, and i'm in love with the man sleeping with his head on my lap right now.

all of the bullshit ... worth it, to be right here right now.

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stuck in a loop

Feeling like I'm stuck in an ugly cycle.

I'm depressed, so I don't go out much. When I do, it's hard to interact and have a good time.

So I go out even less.

So i stay even more depressed, and morph into a neurotic hermit crazy cat lady.

No one comes over, so i don't bother to clean much. The basics are handled. the very basics.

I'm crocheting obsessively. Losing weight because there is no food here and going to the store is difficult. I cook the random things i have, when i have an appetite. I treadmill.

I'm a little worried about my apathy level. I don't put on music anymore. I haven't dyed my hair in ages. Anxiety levels through the roof.

I wish someone would come over and hang out and watch dumb movies and ... just hang out, really.
Put it all out there last night.

Got shot down.

There goes the self esteem i had left. argh.

Tennessee!

My boss approved my move today - I'm going to Nashville, motherfuckers!

Lots to do in prep - i need to sell stuff and raise some funding, finish my separation paperwork, patch up this condo, and get my stuff down to bare minimum. Don't care. gonna go! so happy!

Life has been real hard lately, but i'm do glad it has lead to something positive.

Procrastination ... again.

Supposed to be leaving noonish for the hot rod reunion tomorrow, after I work a half day. Supposed to be packed and ready to go. I had some beer and threw a couple t-shirts and seven pairs of underwear into a bag.

It's a two day trip.

I'll have to revise my packing tomorrow. Did get dishes done and ... well, I got dishes done.

Charles is staying here this weekend to watch the animals. One of the benefits of keeping things positive. Next week, he's taking his cats, and I'm gonna miss them a whole lot. Even though I'm allergic to Squishyface and Bobby is just weird, they've been companions for years now. Just like Charles.

Can't wait to get out of here. Looking for more work to save more money. Bought ramen and potatoes at the store. I'll be fat in Nashville, it's ok. I'll be in Nashville.

When is nighttime going to be less lonely? When will I not drink myself to sleep?

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dirty sheets

My therapist cancelled on me tonight. Which bummed me out, just a little, cause I've actually been making some progress. I'm having more good hours than bad ones. I go entire days without crying. I make myself jog before I start drinking. And hell, i'm even journaling again.

now i've got no reason to get dressed tonight.

So I stay inside. I'm washing my sheets because they are filthy and i'm looking forward to the feeling of a fresh clean bed at the end of the night. Even if it's to be enjoyed alone. Well, with as many cats as want to hang out. Usually no more than four or five at a time.

No dogs allowed on the bed. That was a special Flea privilege, and Flea's gone now. His ashes showed up the other day, UPS special delivery. The little cedar box is on the coffee table until I clear a space un the dead pet shelf.

I'm gonna have to clear a new dead pet shelf soon. It's getting full. Flea, Pirate, Hodgepodge, Sammy, Oberon, Grandpa Vinnie, Evil Ruby ... and all the rest are getting old.

Bakersfield this weekend for the California Hot Rod Reunion. I should be getting ready. I'm gonna get ready.

unburdening

Writing it all out last night took a huge load off my heart.

He was here today, and we talked about a lot of stuff. I know we can't be married. it's ok. It's upsetting, but it's ok. We can be friends. There's no anger, there's a lot of water under that bridge, a lot of good memories. We can be friends.

I feel better tonight. I actually don't feel the need to vodka myself unconscious. Maybe just some beer to take the edge off, just in case i'm not so ok when I'm lying in bed by myself later.

Maybe someday soon i'll be able to sleep with the light off.

what the fuck happened to my marriage?

He left me.

I don't want to be writing this down. I don't want to see it in print. I drop hints and talk about my misery and beg for support from my friends but i've not really written it down. and i'm thinking maybe i should. so here goes.

he left me.

We had our issues. I thought we'd work through them. I never understood why he would get so explosively angry. why he got so frustrated. why the fuse got shorter and shorter. I just tried to prevent the spark. It didn't work. It was always something.

There was counseling. Twenty dollars a session from the local christian college. Athiest marriages accepted. We couldn't afford better anyway. Quit that when we realized that we were paying $20 an hour for a stranger to moderate our arguments. I hoped we would work through future issues with things we learned there. but we didn't learn anything.

There was Farmageddon. I found myself making excuses for him. Trying to explain to new friends how we had a different type of relationship, independent, but inside i was dying - he wouldn't even pretend to participate most of the time. but i was still glad for the time he would play along. When Goddamn Gallows played and my back hurt so bad I couldn't stand up straight, i was glad to be leaning on him. Warmth and comfort. As with most of our trips i breathed a sigh of relief when we made it home without killing each other.

The next month is a blur, now. Lots of arguing. Digs at my appearance. Working overtime and trying to keep up with the house and not doing good enough, getting lectures and dirty looks when i sat down for a moment. Lots of yelling. and finally a calm conversation that tore my heart out. I'm going to move out, he says. I'll be gone by the end of the month. This is August. I'm not "in love". I need to be independent. I'm a better person without you.

I take my broken heart to Tennessee. To Muddy Roots. To some of the best friends I could ask for. The phone rings just before I get out of cell service. Motorcycle wreck. Hit and run and road rash and pain, pain, pain. I know what to expect when I get home. It's gonna be pain. I make friends and try not to think about it too much, but sad songs leave me crying in front of the stage. I'm glad he's alive.

One more month. He'd lined up an apartment and started moving in before I left for TN, but now all four limbs are bandaged. He needs lots of help. I break my own heart a dozen times a day taking care of the man who doesn't love me anymore. I know he won't stay even if the bandages are perfect. Even if all the laundry is done and dinner is ready and medications are doled out. He's jealous, too ... as if i had either the time or inclination to cheat. or the desire. Since i met him, it was only him in my mind. I could have gone the rest of my life with only him. Accusations hurt so bad. I change all my passwords.

At the end of September, once he regained the ability to put on his own shoes again, i tell him that if he's going to go he needs to go. I can't keep dragging it out. He agrees. I try to make the best of the days we have left. One day he tells me he's going to be staying at his own place, and I've slept alone since. His stuff disappears from here one truckload at a time. Every empty spot in the house makes me cry. The time difference between the decision and the moveout means it is like a whole new wound.

There's a new girl, now. Already. She makes him laugh, he says. I'm devastated and glad for him at the same time. I've got my plans. I don't want to date anyone, I want to stay focused and get myself the fuck out of southern california. I want a fresh start, far away.

I loved being married. I loved my wedding, i loved the vows i made. I loved my husband, faults and all. I never would have left him. I hope he finds happy. I hope I do too.

I took my ring off yesterday.

I miss him so, so much.

he left me.

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