...moved into my apartment that is. I rented my own U-Haul truck, loaded everything out of storage, and lugged it up to the third floor apartment! Well, except the couch, bed, and TV. I was dragging my box springs down the sidewalk and trying to shove it up the stairs when some poor neighbor took pity on me and finished off my big furniture.
He keeps calling me, leaving voicemails swearing he's changed, but I guess the proof is in the pudding. I feel a little twinge of guilt, but not enough to turn around. I can tell he's really not drinking for now, but how many times did I post that he said he was quitting, and I was wondering if he was serious??? You must remember all of those!!!
He keeps saying, "But I never thought you would actually leave me! I thought I was doing enough financially that I didn't have to do anything else, but now I know different. I'm going to treat you so good!!"
*sigh* It's still pretty sad.....but I'm doing good...