Moved more stuff today. It's weird how things come right down to whether or not you take the good mixing bowls or the crappy ones.... I'm the one leaving ... does that entitle me to the collection of spices in the cabinet? The wine? Oh wait... he doesn't drink wine! What about the food in the pantry? The fridge magnets? (and do I really want to move my MagPo again???)

Still no sleep today, but I finally ate a full meal -- my favorite Chinese place is now right across the street, rather than 40 miles from home (I typo'd "him. Yes, Him).

I just have the damnest time believing that it was really me who left! It wasn't like I knew that is what I wanted. I made a stand and said what I wanted and he forced my hand. NO! He didn't force me to do anything. I simply couldn't abide with the consequences of living with him any longer.

For the first time in my life, I am living alone. For the first time in my life, I actually took a stand and did not back down from my true convictions.

God blessed my little pointy skull. :) Thanks God!