Just like the lyrics of that old song, changes are afoot in our lives right now. Over a week ago, after one too many arguments, my son and I moved out of my boyfriend of eighteen years’ house. We’re staying at my parents’ until I decide whether to give notice to the tenants in the house I own or to rent someplace else temporarily.
This isn’t the first time we’ve left or been kicked out, but I do believe it’s the last. I don’t hate my ex. Although my son was adopted and my ex is not his biological father, he has thought of him as a dad. So I hope they stay in contact. I’m just sick of the bullshit and fighting. I just hope the changes don’t cause my son to act out or do worse than he has been in school. But I’ll just have to keep him on a stable routine and deal with it.
I guess I should feel depressed right now, but I don’t. The future seems full of possibilities at this point. However, check with me in a few months and see if I still feel the same!