Paul moves out at the end of the month. There is a plan and a time frame. This makes me a bit relieved. A part of me is sad that he's leaving because he's been a regular fixture in my life for 12.5 years. That's not easy to let go of. Being socially separate and dividing our home into a roommate situation has been good for satisfying the itch of closure for a while, but I want to move on with my life in a more sustainable way. I am ready. I think two years waiting for a person to change is more than fair. I need to focus on me and my interests, and this last year of doing so has moved my life forward. It's been overdue to stop waiting for things that clearly will never happen.
My heart has not been something I've followed for several years, and I'm ready to listen to what it has to say again. I am happy at the moment, and it's nice to finally make things to look forward to.
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