This part sucks
So I was at the grocery store after work, and I was about to buy a extra bag of pita chips (I had some at home, maybe half a bag) but then I realized I don't have to do that anymore. Also with the chicken salad... I only asked for 1/3 a pound, not a whole pound. And now when I go to put some cans of soda in the fridge, I only put one of each type in the fridge, not 2. The 2nd hook in my room can be used for my bathrobe, not a 2nd bath towel. Also, I now get to actually WEAR my own bathrobe whenever I want (which I can barely bring myself to do, I don't think I've actually done it yet.) I put my extra blanket in the closet. I still have 4 pillows, which kind of smother me in the night. But then I'm all alone in this big bed that I bought with him in mind, and spent days when I first moved in just lying on it in a room with nothing else in it really, staring at the ceiling, listening to Joni Mitchell and other sentimental people. And now I dread going home. My room is filled with his things which I am too angry or cowardly or stubborn or resentful or irrational to want to give back to him. But he did take back all his sweatshirts which I think is unfair. I guess I will save a bunch of money on groceries.