onefootoutdoor

At the beginning of October, me and AH got the divorce, and this weekend he moved out. I almost can't believe it! The past month has gone mostly ok, with a few disgruntled episodes from him, and this weekend went mostly ok. He says he hates being alone, and I almost feel badly for him, but then I reminded him how it really isn't that much different than sitting out in the garage drinking by himself.
Now he's not going to be coming inside at midnight to clatter around the house making all kinds of noise to wake the kids up, or starting arguments with me. There is a tiny twinge of sadness looking at where his stuff once was, because I remember how excited I was when he moved in 7 years ago, but it's more of a sadness over what alcohol has taken from us, than really missing him, because I feel a sense of relief he's in his own place now. Yes I'm still worried about what the future brings with his alcohol use, but now I don't have to be fully enmeshed in it day in and day out.
So what happened today? The water heater went out. -_- Yes, now it's my responsibility, and financially it's going to be rough for awhile, but you know what? It already was rough, but now beer isn't in the budget, and it's already so much more peaceful.
Just felt like posting, cuz I don't share this stuff on my FB page, and I knew you guys would understand. I'm nervous about what the future holds with this major change, and not quite sure how I'm processing it all at the moment, but I know this is how it needs to be.