As if I didn't have enough on my mind...
Tonight, a nine-year relationship finally and officially--if that's the right term--came to an end. A few hours before sunset, I collected the last of my belongings from my former residence and brought it all back to my old home. Starting today, I'm going to be living with my mother again. I don't really mind that, truth be told. I like my old house. Right now, I'm just glad to have a roof over my head.
Nine years, my ex (see The Heart Of A Serpent in another forum on this site) and I lived together and, for those nine years, I was as happy as I thought I could ever be in my lifetime. Even my own family and friends thought that I'd finally settled down and gotten serious about my life.
I was wrong.
I won't get into the details too much. It's a long painful story as it is and the way I feel right now I might actually break down and finally do something extreme. Let's just say everything I ever thought, everything I ever believed about those nine years was a lie. If it was just about money, then maybe I could forget about this whole experience and move on; sadly, it wasn't just about money. As I said in The Heart Of A Serpent , not only did I lose money, I also had my heart broken and my life ruined. When my ex decided to hurt me, she really went for the trifecta.
So now, here I am, renting a computer with rain falling outside (this would be so comical and I'd think I was in a hard-rock ballad music video if it didn't hurt so damn much) and trying to figure out the answer to one question:
What now?