It’s been a bad week for me. I’m single once again, and I don’t usually write about super-personal things on this blog, but screw it…I feel like writing about it.
The other day the ‘wife’ (she’s actually my common-law partner) and I had a talk about breaking up. She’s been pushing me to get married and it’s just not something I want to do. When we first got together, I was up front about not wanting to get married and she felt the same way then. Apparently, she now feels differently.
I don’t blame her. People change and three years ago, she didn’t want to marry but now she does. Of course, as with any relationship, marriage isn’t the only reason. There are a myriad of small things she probably wishes she could change about me and along with the marriage question, those things begin to eat away at you.
I’m sorry it had to go down this way. To be honest, it makes me feel sorry for myself. It seems I can get relationships to last a long time, but the ‘end-game’ is beyond me.
I often wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
Anyhow, I put the last months rent down on a place two days ago. It’s a nice place and Dexter is going to love it. I have the bottom portion of a house, and we share an enormous backyard. Where I live now, Dexter doesn’t have much of a yard. It’s just a space for him to do his business, but he goes out on a chain.
The new place has a fenced in yard with a fire pit. It’s amazing.
Financially, things are going to be super tight for me. At least for a few months anyways. Neither of us expected this to happen and last months rent and paying off our debts together has drained the resources we had.
It’s an amicable breakup. For that I’m thankful. We aren’t yelling or screaming at one another, and we still get along great. She offered to leave, but since she has two kids to look after, it doesn’t make any sense for her to have to find a new place. It’s much easier for me to move, since I only have Dexter to look after.
She’s agreed to let me stay till October 1st which gives me a month and a half to pull things together.
I wish her the best of luck, and I’ve offered to help her in any way possible. She’s a good woman and anyone would be lucky to have her. I hope we can remain friends once I move into my new place.
I’m not easy to live with. I know this. I’m stubborn, thoughtless at times and I can be lazy. It’s going to be a tough couple of months for me, and probably for her as well.
It’s been a good run. I guess it’s time for me to buckle down and pull my crap together.