Catching Curve Balls.........

So, I had been living back at my parents’ house while the STBE and I made our separation arrangements and worked on getting the house ready to put on this lovely market. What a great time to try and sell your home! Well, the kiddies were on spring break a couple of weeks ago and I took a few days off work to stay home with them. I decided to stay at “my” home for those few days instead of my parents’. And as I walked from room to room, missing my privacy (don’t get me wrong – I’m truly grateful for everything they have done for us), missing “my” stuff, missing “my” space, I noticed that the house looked the same as it did three months ago, before I moved out. Nothing was different, but yet, everything should be.

It dawned on me……….. absolutely nothing is going to happen until I make it happen. Not a thing! I can’t be a squatter at my parents’ house forever. I’m 35 years old for god’s sake. I gotta take care of this! So, in one fell swoop, I was back at home…... with certain conditions to be met by the STBE, of course: we are “roommates” in every sense of the word, he has his room and I have mine, we truly work hard to get our house ready to sell, the “for sale” sign goes up immediately, and we continue maintaining our friendship so that our children will always know they have both their parents, a family. And he was totally cool with that.

Why am “I” having to do everything, you ask? Well, the STBE is very complacent. He is unbothered by too much, a routine guy, if you will. He was comfortable in that big house by himself, why would he want to make any strides to change that. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good guy, but character flaws he has. As do we all, but his are getting in the way of us truly moving forward. So I had to put my foot down.

So far, it’s working out. We are getting along great. The boys always adjust pleasantly. I hope that will remain true throughout this whole crazy process.

So there you have it! I was thrown a curve ball. I zig’d, I zag’d, and I was able to catch it……………… this time. Keep giving me your best shot, life! I’m not afraid.

Happy Living All!