I'm Outta Here!

And so it was. I headed out the door with my bags packed and got into the Van. My boyfriend was working that day, so he did not know of my move or my. Upheaval, we had been living in that house for 2 years now and but we were together for 3 knowing that I would be having to face a life on my own. I got into the Van and paid the worker. The $20. It took for him to transport my stuff and me. My house was down by the river and address. I hope that would never give up or have to give up knowing. I did not want to see my ex-boyfriend who. Rampant and raucous ways were gnawing on my soul. But I was hoping this would be a new beginning for the good for us. Hoping he had well wishes from me, he called and I blocked the phone number right away and hung up. Then the next day when he must have discovered by now that I was gone and I had moved on and disappeared. I got word from my dad that he frantically was looking for me and even my dad did not know my address, but where I went but I did not block my dad from my phone. My mom was fully supportive of my move. As was my sister, a new girlfriend? Every night it seemed and I wasn't allowed to be jealous. It upset him. How would I not be jealous? We were together for 3 years. Friends for 20. So so it all began when I posted him a note on Facebook. Happy Birthday. This is my picnic. I put out for you on your birthday in my old apartment. He was living in a town 15 miles away. Then, but we both moved into this house in my city. After I lived with him for a year in his. It was a rampin rollercoaster. Ride the whole way, i felt i had the right to make my own decision. Move on even though against all odds and I was bracing myself to be brave for the future for myself. Choosing a part of town where I had lived with my ex-husband who was in a forensic psychiatric center now and for the past 30 years for an incident that I think did not deserve that much time, but being that he's 6'6", and about 300 pounds I did not want to. Wake a sleeping dog. So I let him sit in there and do not attempt to free him with my approval or prompting or suggestions that he get out. He was on his own. He made his own choice. It was not up to me to decide what his life would be. And I just felt threatened so I did not want anyone else. Harmed either he had threatened my ex-boyfriend. My ex-husband did and I did not want any violence or harm done to anyone. So I let it sit and just mourned him and his life which had to be wasted behind bars or in the room locked up at least. We had a granddaughter together.Actually me and my ex husband but we were divorced and I just let it be knowing to stir things up . Now this is repeating all good. And so it was. I headed out the door with my bags packed and got into the Van. My boyfriend was working that day, so he did not know of my move or my. Upheaval, we had been living in that house for 2 years now and but we were together for 3 knowing that I would be having to face a life on my own. I got into the Van and paid the worker. The $20. It took for him to transport my stuff and me. My house was down by the river and address. I hope that would never give up or have to give up knowing. I did not want to see my ex-boyfriend who. Rampant and raucous ways were gnawing on my soul. But I was hoping this would be a new beginning for the good for us. Hoping he had well wishes from me, he called and I blocked the phone number right away and hung up. Then the next day when he must have discovered by now that I was gone and I had moved on and disappeared. I got word from my dad that he frantically was looking for me and even my dad did not know my address, but where I went but I did not block my dad from my phone. My mom was fully supportive of my move. As was my sister, a new girlfriend? Every night it seemed and I wasn't allowed to be jealous. It upset him. How would I not be jealous? We were together for 3 years. Friends for 20. So it all began when I posted him a note on Facebook. Happy Birthday. This is my picnic. I put out for you on your birthday in my old apartment. He was living in a town 15 miles away. Then, but we both moved into this house in my city. After I lived with him for a year in his. It was a rampin rollercoaster. Ride the whole way, I felt i had the right to make my own decision. Move on even though against all odds and I was bracing myself to be brave for the future for myself. Choosing a part of town where I had lived with my ex-husband who was in a forensic psychiatric center now and for the past 30 years for an incident that I think did not deserve that much time, but being that he's 6'6", and about 300 pounds I did not want to. Wake a sleeping dog. So I let him sit in there and do not attempt to free him with my approval or prompting or suggestions that he get out. He was on his own. He made his own choice. It was not up to me to decide what his life would be. And I just felt threatened so I did not want anyone else. Harmed either he had threatened my ex-boyfriend. My ex-husband did and I did not want any violence or harm done to anyone. So I let it sit and just mourned him and his life which had to be wasted behind bars or in the room locked up at least. We had a granddaughter together. Actually me and my ex-husband but we were divorced and I just let it be knowing to stir things up would only cause. My new Life had begun! Hurrah, all I had to do was look for a job and I was good