So I wake up this morning to my cat burrowing his way under my blanket. "How nice," I think sleepily, "he wants to snuggle." Then I feel his paw digging its way under my leg. "What the hell is he looking for?" as I shift my leg. He keeps reaching, in apparent hot pursuit of something. And I think "WHAT THE HELL IS HE LOOKING FOR!" Because, you know, there could be other things under there other than me and the cat.
So I slither out of bed as quick as I can while half-asleep, and Amon pokes his nose out and gives me his best, "Mommy, you moved" sad look. Apparently what he was looking for at 6:30 AM was someone to play with.
So S comes back from Texas tonight. This will be the first time I've seen her in about two weeks.
The next few weeks and months are just going to suck. I know I've hurt her and broken her heart worse than anybody ever has. It sucks. I care about her enough that I just want to hold her, and make everything better.
But I can't give her what she wants, which is for me to be happy in a relationship with her, and want to stay.
I really wish things hadn't turned out like this. It makes me very sad, for both of us.
{{Sean}} I'm sorry. How long are you two going to be living together? Because that is (obviously) going to make everything harder for both of you...
Unknown. It's probably going to be at least mid-September before I can actually afford a deposit on a new apartment.
At this point, I suspect I'm going to have to find a roommate, or a room in an occupied apartment.
On the other hand, I'm hoping it will give us both a chance to make peace with it.
peace~ma to you both, Sean.
Oh, Sean. I'm so sorry for you both.
It's probably going to be at least mid-September before I can actually afford a deposit on a new apartment.
{{{Sean}}} I've done that twice now (last time was for 6 weeks, right before I moved here). It's not easy, but I'm sure you'll do your best to make it... okay.
I just really hate having to cause so much hurt for someone I care about.
Just keep on focusing on how much healthier this is going to be in the long run. I mean acknowledge the hurt (for both you and her, because Bob knows that when I've been hurt the last thing I want is someone telling me it's for the best). But maybe you can keep the other part in mind for your own mental health.