Today (Tuesday night) is my first day back to the apartment since I left Friday morning. Last week was full of attitude and snapping. I think I can't hide my unhappiness, therefore he is snapping in response. So I avoided being home all weekend. I come home and the same dishes I put in the dishwasher to wash are in there - they haven't been unloaded. The sink is full of dishes and the toilet seat is all sticky. And icing on the cake, the MOFO ate the bag of M&Ms that I was saving in the freezer. I confronted him about it (yes I did) and he said they were his. Um, no. They were in my shelf, with the Dove chocolate bar that I also put in there at the same time, that is still in there. I'm so beyond done I can't even being to tell you.
Well, yes I can.
Today I told the landlord to use the security deposit (all mine) to pay for my final 2 month's rent, and I told him I very well may move out sooner if I find something. At this point losing a month's worth of rent is well worth the peace of mind of having my own place and sleeping in my own bed every night. When I'm winding down for the day at work, just the thought of having to come here makes me sad and I wish I could avoid it, yet the thought of packing up for an overnight stay at my sister's is getting old too. I love to spend time with them, I hate to pack up my life (work stuff, school stuff, overnight stuff, my son's stuff, etc) every other day.
So... I feel a bit deflated.
But on the flip side, I already reached out to a realtor about an apartment that I hope to look at soon. I am planning on getting boxes soon so I can start packing - hopefully this weekend. The end is near but unfortunately it's not near enough... I will take steps that will get me closer to the end and stay focused so I can stay sane.
At the very MOST I am here for another 62 days... but I know it will be less than that.
Wish me luck... and strength.
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