I moved out last week.
It feels surreal to even write that. It was like walking out of a hurricane and landing on a quiet beach. I can breathe now. And it’s crazy because I didn’t expect that. I totally expected to be in a tornado of emotion and panic, to be scrambling and worried and defensive and angry. I am none of those things. Maybe the tidal wave will still hit me, but I really don’t think so.
I think I finally realized what I was allowing in my life, and that I didn’t need it anymore. I finally realized, like deep down knew, that it was over for me.