I really appreciate the out-pouring of love I’ve received from y’all. So many of you have emailed me expressing kind thoughts, advice, good wishes, and the like. If I could reach every single one of you, I’d hug you in a heartbeat! ♥
Many of you have asked: “How are you doing?” I’m doing OK. Not fantabulous, but given the circumstances, I think I’m handling everything rather well. I think I’ve got a good handle on my monthly budget, mapping out which expenses are clearly to be mine (the house, my car, etc.) and which ones Jim and I will have to split. I’m sure we’ll have other things creep up, but I really feel good about this.
Jim hasn’t done anything as far as I can tell. I’ve dropped hints about wanting to know when he plans to move out, but he’s either ignoring them, or missing them altogether. (I’m betting on the latter) While I’m in no hurry for he and Jessie to leave, I realize he’s a master procrastinator and will not move out on his own unless I nag him. He’s dragging his feet, and honestly, I don’t think he’s been looking at places or anything. Nothing’s packed, and we still have to hash out what furniture, appliances, and so forth will be going with them.
I’m dreading that, but a big part of me just wants to get it over with. I’m done being in limbo.
I still have my moments when I see or hear something that just makes me lose it, but I think I’m holding it together pretty OK. I did have to turn off my digital photo frame at work. It seemed every time I looked over, a picture of Jim or one of our wedding pics was up. I had been planning to swap out the photos on it anyways with newer ones of friends, family, and my favorite baby girl anyways.
So, that’s pretty much how things are — they’re OK. And I’m OK. Or, at least I think I will be.
I know everything will work itself out, eventually.