I needed to be very sure about what I want now. My husband has been my friend forever. Financially we are much better together then we would be apart. Being real here, my business wouldn’t support a latte habit and the disability I get for my stupid back isn’t enough for me. I don’t know how to be poor. I will happily learn.
Our house will become his house. I don’t want the yard, would need to rent out rooms to afford it, and we can’t sell it. There is a large vanishing second on it. It would be foolish to sell it this decade. Leaving means walking away from the equity, at 45 just walking away. The cost of not is just to high.
Likely I will end up in a very small apartment. I don’t even know if I will be able to take my beloved dining room set with me. A friend has her buffet and hutch in her living room. I would rather lose mine then do that. No, I will find a place with room for my furniture. I just need a place to consign my inventory. Then I wont have to store it. I will just have to stop on my way to the post office to get what I need to mail. There are only a couple of options around here for that. I wish I knew what post office I will be closest to.
It all came down to the fact that I would rather be alone. I gave up a week alone at home to come to Seattle with himand knew the first evening that I would have been better off at home.
I may hang out until after the holidays. We are no longer sharing a room and it is mostly peaceful. He is very close to his grandma who is no longer eating. I have 3 grandkids and would like to have Christmas in a big house. I will be looking for a place though, and if the right opportunity presents itself I will jump on it.
It all looks so clear from this hotel room.
