One Week To Go

I gave my husband a deadline a month an a half ago. If things do not improve with The Boy, I am moving out. Not in a separation prior to divorce moving out. No this was to be a refuge, a home away from home. I needed a place I could go when I just couldn't handle The Boy anymore.

I know, I know, it is a bad thing. I am weak. But in my defense, at the time I felt very unstable mentally. I have always struggled with my mental illness and had gotten to the point, yet again, where suicide was looking oh so inviting. I thought that maybe a place of refuge would help me avoid that particular low spot in my life. Needless to say, and yet I say it anyway, my husband was not in favor of the idea.

So it is one week to go. Things are looking up. The Boy is becoming more like a human being and less like an angry orc. He really is a fantastic human being when he chooses to be. I guess he is really a fine orc as well, if you like the orc thing. Me, I'm not really into the orc thing. I prefer cats. Much more cuddly.