Post by TMD on Aug 30, 2022 23:37:58 GMT -5
I can’t believe I’m writing this:
STBX begins moving out this weekend!!!
I’ve been around ILIASM, and it’s original stomping grounds, EP, since late 2012. It’s about freaking time that I share this news.
And, yes, I found the rental for him after he remarked how hard they seemed to come by. It took me an hour. It’s a great suite, recently renovated, not depressing.
And, no, I’m not packing his stuff. If around, I’ll help him move some stuff into the moving van. But this is a task he can handle. I don’t need to do the heavy lifting for him, literally and figuratively.
STBX will have every other weekend with kids at the family house, where I’m staying for the next year. He will also work from the house during the day when he is not at the site up North. I’m okay with this because our youngest is suffering with severe anxiety related to school and extra curricular activities, culminating in a trip to the ER recently. It’s good to have a parent around…
Because I got a new job in my former profession! I don’t make more $, but I will have more earning potential and growth over next few years. It’s at site, so I am not able to work from home part time. But it’s one less hour in the day, which means I’ll get home about an hour after the youngest arrives home after school.
When STBX is the custodial parent, I will go to my boyfriend’s. we’ve been together since November of last year. I’m a wee bit nervous about this as it’s a big step. I can say boyfriend is looking forward to it. I’ll take deep breaths along the way. I’m confident it will be good.
Youngest is okay. We have lots of resources and some new plans of action to proceed with and provide supports. She has seemed better this week and is trying out some meds to alleviate the anxiety. I’m cautiously optimistic.
My dad died about a month and a half ago. I feel sadder now than I did immediately after his passing. I experienced, for the first time ever, what it means to swallow grief. Grief hits hard and unexpectedly. I wish I had a box to put it in, but there is no such thing. So I’m trying a page from the buddhists and attempting to accept how this journey unfolds.
All that said, the time I spent with my dad was full of love and laughter. It was truly a gift to experience it. I am grateful for those memories.
Those memories, the experience of holding vigil with my dad, continue to motivate me. No more sitting idle. This life is meant to be lived. I’m going to try and do lots more living. Which may include a weekend celebration of my official separation!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheers!
STBX begins moving out this weekend!!!
I’ve been around ILIASM, and it’s original stomping grounds, EP, since late 2012. It’s about freaking time that I share this news.
And, yes, I found the rental for him after he remarked how hard they seemed to come by. It took me an hour. It’s a great suite, recently renovated, not depressing.
And, no, I’m not packing his stuff. If around, I’ll help him move some stuff into the moving van. But this is a task he can handle. I don’t need to do the heavy lifting for him, literally and figuratively.
STBX will have every other weekend with kids at the family house, where I’m staying for the next year. He will also work from the house during the day when he is not at the site up North. I’m okay with this because our youngest is suffering with severe anxiety related to school and extra curricular activities, culminating in a trip to the ER recently. It’s good to have a parent around…
Because I got a new job in my former profession! I don’t make more $, but I will have more earning potential and growth over next few years. It’s at site, so I am not able to work from home part time. But it’s one less hour in the day, which means I’ll get home about an hour after the youngest arrives home after school.
When STBX is the custodial parent, I will go to my boyfriend’s. we’ve been together since November of last year. I’m a wee bit nervous about this as it’s a big step. I can say boyfriend is looking forward to it. I’ll take deep breaths along the way. I’m confident it will be good.
Youngest is okay. We have lots of resources and some new plans of action to proceed with and provide supports. She has seemed better this week and is trying out some meds to alleviate the anxiety. I’m cautiously optimistic.
My dad died about a month and a half ago. I feel sadder now than I did immediately after his passing. I experienced, for the first time ever, what it means to swallow grief. Grief hits hard and unexpectedly. I wish I had a box to put it in, but there is no such thing. So I’m trying a page from the buddhists and attempting to accept how this journey unfolds.
All that said, the time I spent with my dad was full of love and laughter. It was truly a gift to experience it. I am grateful for those memories.
Those memories, the experience of holding vigil with my dad, continue to motivate me. No more sitting idle. This life is meant to be lived. I’m going to try and do lots more living. Which may include a weekend celebration of my official separation!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheers!