healthyagain

So you wanna leave like I do? Let's start with small steps, baby steps, and lots of brainstorming. Take a piece of paper and write. Who is your support? Where can you go? How fast can you leave? What do you bring? Can you handle it financially? What do you need to do once you move? Change the address? Driver's license?

So many questions, so little time, and the desire to leave has never been stronger. You just want it happen overnight.

First you try to talk to your alcoholic . . . you tell yourself that this is the last time you will do the "talk." What does he do? Quack. Complains about the food. Quack. The house. Quack. The dog. Quack. And then Obama. Quack. And how did Obama get into our divorce talk, I have no idea. And then how my bonsai tree died because I did not water it. And how I do not feed our pet birds.

I told him just a few minutes ago that we will be splitting. Reaction? Or he really does not care, or he is very good at pretending that it is absolutely none of his concern. But this reaction of his should encourage me, not inhibit me. This is a move of a desperate man, sick man. Abusive man. And he should be happy that such a slob such as me is leaving. Right?

Enough about him.

Apartment prices are acceptable, and there is a shelter available. In the next few days, I'll be able to finish (god willing) a couple of new projects and earn more money. Direct deposit account number is going to be changed for my income. I'll get in touch with attorneys. Our health insurance policies will be separate (he was threatening how he was not going to apply this year, so I said, ok, fine. You are on your own buddy).

Now I have to write a list of things I want to take with me. And all the important documents.