Celebrations!
John and I just got our acceptance letter from the broker. Saturday is our move-in date, but we'll both have our apartments until the 1st. I think he's keeping his throughout April, so that he doesn't leave his mother in the lurch. It'll be so nice for things to settle down; we've been going back and forth from him apartment for so long now.
The stress of doing all of this so privately is really grating on me, though. I think I'll just have a swift declaration on facebook, take a bath or something, and wait for all the text messages to come in, asking what the hell am I doing. The answer is this: I am doing what I feel is right in my heart, and I am happy. I love John, and he loves me, and things are working. We're working. And I'm so tired of explaining it to anyone, that I'm just not going to. I've gone through the validations with everyone else, and this time, all I care about is if it's validated to me, which it is, because we're up for therapy, he's up for therapy, and everything has been as open as they can be. My family is fine; his family is fine. And, as it turns out, he was actually mugged and kidnapped back in October, which is when, I guess, he went through his "rock bottom" point (though he'd never call it that).
That's all I'll say regarding that.
We've been eating so poorly lately, in this in-between time, though, that I'm sick now. I was sent home from work because I look so pale. I think, though, that it's really just my lack of eye makeup. I don't feel well, though, anyway. It's not coughing...it's something else. blegh. Oh well...I guess I'll just get my calcium intake, watch some netflix, and rest up.
The stress of doing all of this so privately is really grating on me, though. I think I'll just have a swift declaration on facebook, take a bath or something, and wait for all the text messages to come in, asking what the hell am I doing. The answer is this: I am doing what I feel is right in my heart, and I am happy. I love John, and he loves me, and things are working. We're working. And I'm so tired of explaining it to anyone, that I'm just not going to. I've gone through the validations with everyone else, and this time, all I care about is if it's validated to me, which it is, because we're up for therapy, he's up for therapy, and everything has been as open as they can be. My family is fine; his family is fine. And, as it turns out, he was actually mugged and kidnapped back in October, which is when, I guess, he went through his "rock bottom" point (though he'd never call it that).
That's all I'll say regarding that.
We've been eating so poorly lately, in this in-between time, though, that I'm sick now. I was sent home from work because I look so pale. I think, though, that it's really just my lack of eye makeup. I don't feel well, though, anyway. It's not coughing...it's something else. blegh. Oh well...I guess I'll just get my calcium intake, watch some netflix, and rest up.