I'm frustrated. I'll have a good day and think "Ok, here we go, getting there" And the next day I'm back to where I was before. I hate having a body that does nothing but betray me. Phooey on this getting old stuff.
The thought though, of being in my own apt leaves me wild with anticipation. I will be able to use my wheelchair if I have to. I can't here, even if I need to. The house is too small and the doorways all to narrow. So it sits in the basement while I struggle.
I got word yesterday that my bonus will be in my next paycheck. Whoot!!! There's my security and first month's rent and then some. But I can do it, and I can do it alone.
There's a lot to be said for that, oh yes there is....
I thought I would feel guitly for leaving here. Surprisingly I don't. I've been here for two years. I've given Joe the time to adjust and learn how to do what he needs to do as a single parent. He's ready. It just scares the shit out of him. He'll do it. I am not the parent here. He is. And it's time he took this on 100% and stopped leaning so much. Let's face it, it's hard not to take advancage when there's a gift horse looking you in the mouth every minute...
More on what's to come, but later. I'm tired adn headed back in for a nap.
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