And that’s putting it mildly. I’m trying to get used to being single. It’s a weird feeling, especially since I haven’t been single in ten years.
I’ve still been talking to New Guy on a daily basis, and he’s even earned a nickname: Finn. I mentioned to him that that’s what I’d been calling him to friends when Scott was around, he liked it, so it stuck.
Finn was the victim of my drunk texting Saturday night, and rereading them makes for a hilarious read. I ended up walking out of the bar wearing only half the clothes on I had walked in wearing (short sweater dress with jeans underneath). Towards the end of the night, my jeans had been taken off. Thank God, there are no pictures.
I’m also currently looking for an apartment. I’ve got to get out of this house. Things are starting to get tense. Scott’s daughters are fighting over who gets what, while I’m just hanging out in the bedroom, trying to figure out WTF I’m going to do. He’s also acting like he’s pissed off at me. I’m trying to distance myself. It’s hard to live with an ex when the breakup is still so new. Especially when I want to be out of the house. It feels like the walls are closing in on me.
Posted on March 9, 2015, in Blogging, cancer, changes, Depression, life, Loss, love, Relationships, Scott, single and tagged Blogging, cancer, changes, depression, life, loss, Love, relationships, single. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.