The past four months have been hard. I got dumped via text message over 5 & 1/2 years into the relationship. Then I continued to live in his house until last week. We co-existed. I tried to be friendly. He disappeared a lot and spent a lot of time sneaking around on his cell phone. Make of it what you will. I have.
So, I decided to move to Nashville because my friend Taylor thought it would be cool. I met him out there in April. We looked around at rentals. He got excited about buying. We both went home – me to Virginia, him to Austin. And that is where my roommate tale with Taylor ends. He sent me one text about calling me “next weekend.” That was months ago.
PLAN A: NO GO
But I liked the idea of Nashville. As much as I love Austin, Nashville is closer to my family and I’d like to be able to come to my parents’ house now and again. So, I went to the wild and crazy world of Craigslist and found a roommate. We exchanged over 50 emails and Skyped once to prove we were real. September was our move-in date.
Then her grandma had a stroke a few days ago. She agreed to live with her grandmother and help her. She could no longer be my roommate, but how could I get mad. Instead, I just cried. Because that was the carrot dangling in front of me. My way out of this mess and this heartbreak. My new start.
PLAN B: NO GO
Now I am hoping to find a new roommate to share a place with. I can’t afford much on my own, but with a roommate things get a lot more comfortable. So here goes PLAN C: RESULTS UNKNOWN.
In the interim, I am staying at my parents’ place, but this can’t last forever. It makes me mad at my ex, for putting me in this position. He didn’t want to get married and now I am free-falling.
As far as mental illness goes, I am keeping it together. My OCD tendency to scratch resurfaced and I’ve done a lot of deep breathing. But I know I will get through this. I have been through far worse. Sometimes you just gotta roll with the punches.
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