Meant to be...
Its weird.
Tomi left.
And yet.
It might just have been the most mature descision she's made yet.
I mean, damn, it hurt.
But as things stabilized... It started working out.
We were not ready to live together.
We were not ready to be crammed into this tiny 400 square foot apartment.
And we sure as hell were not ready to deal with all the stresses brought on by the opposite schedule, one car, tiny space and everything else that we forced upon ourselves.
Lesson Learned.
Tomi and her friend Ken have a big 2 bedroom on the northeast side of town. I'm planning on spending a couple of nights there a week like i used to do with her back home... except we dont have to deal with stupid shit like her idiot friends back home that just used her and sometimes me. Or worse, her dad.
And maybe once in a while she can come spend the night here.
I'm in lease till July 31st anyway.
That gives us 4 months to strengthen our relationship.
And maybe by then, we'll be ready to try the whole living together again.
Because thats what we had originally planned.
Her coming up here in august.
By then, i'd have a bigger place with the space we both needed to survive.
Everything works out. Just have to give it a little faith that its meant to be... Right?
