…the way forward…

My “roomie” moved out this week. I cannot even begin to express the joy and excitement that came with that. I had originally given her a 45-day notice to move out (I was feeling generous) and it took her a bit longer, but she is finally gone and my house — is finally clean.

I never thought I was a neat freak or anything of that nature, but apparently there is a certain way that I like to keep my house — and yeah, it’s almost back in pristine condition. All the common areas are clean, my bedroom looks a little less like my close threw up in it since I get to have my second bedroom back.

And then, well, I received an email from a married male friend of mine. He had, at one point, wanted to date me but since I’m done with the married man thing, I declined and we remained friends. Then he started dating a woman that doesn’t care for me much, and I just let the friendship kind of just sit there, not really forcing any issues.Now all of a sudden, he emails me to tell me that he’s decided that he’s going to go through with his divorce (though no paperwork has technically been filed) and that he’s having a hard time coping because his kids hate him.

I have no idea what to say to him, because being a child of divorce, I understand why his kids would hate him. It’s not like he decided to leave their mom because thery weren’t getting along, he decided to leave after he “found mom’s replacement” and well, that’s just not cool.

On the school front, I’ve gotten more accomplished and I’m “caught up” though that’s probably only going to last until tomorrow. And unfortunately, I have to go back to work.

But I’m happy (inside and out) with the direction my life is taking, I’m happy in my relationship, my home is now my home and not the apartment I’ve shared for way too long with an adult and a child. I couldn’t be more ecstatic.