Selling My Home

I’ve been in this house 10 1/2 years. This is the longest I’d ever lived at one address. And now I have to go.

When I was young we moved a lot. I remmeber one place where we stayed probaby 5 years. But after we lived there we moved about every year. We lived in the same neighborhood in Columbua until I was almost 11. Then we moves out to the middle of nowhere.

So we changed schools a bunch from 5th grade onward (for me). We were poor and my mother got evicted a lot. That made for a very unstable existence. We couldn’t even make friends because we moved so much and what was the point?

As such, when I grew to adulthood I continued to move a lot. I tried to keep Lil Miss in the same school district but she moved back and forth a few times.

After I married TheMan I moved one time. We sold his house and bought this one. So Lil’lady doesn’t know any other home. She’s never had to move because her parents owned her home and they were stable. Until now. Now we have to move. And we’ll probably move to a whole new city. All of the stability she’s known her entire life is gone. Poof! Because her father couldn’t have his affair in secret. He had to go and catch feelings for his side piece.

I have no idea where we’ll end up. Helping MyDude has fucked me financially for a minute. I’ll probably have to get anither job and I’ve been where I’m at for 3 years. Everything just up in the air. And he wants me to feel sorry for him because he’s struggling with spousal and child support. Divorce is expensive. That’s why we agreed not to do it all those years ago.

It’ll be over very soon. I’ll be done being a missus. I’ll be a Ms and take back my maiden name. 15 years gone. Deleted from my life. Heh.

This house has a lot of memories. Memories of our family, the separation that began years ago, of fights, of happy kids running the staits and, yes, of MyDude1. The memories of the last few years are very gray and depressing. This house reeks of misery. It’s oberwhelming.

I’m ready to go. I’m ready to start fresh.

I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.

  1. Memories of him pop up everyhwere. He kissed me there, we talked about this at this spot, I took him to lunch here. And everywhere on my property his ghost haunts me. []
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