During a dark time in my life, I started wearing hoodies ... as security blankets under which I hid myself and a lot of pain. As I work through the pain, come out of hiding, and pack away the hoodies, this is the holding place for the memories and a reminder to embrace life.
Space
I can't keep living in someone's guest bedroom. Not that I need more space. I just need different space. He says he's not changing, that he wishes I could understand he can't change. I do understand that. I hate it. I also can't live with it ... and therefore can't live with him. So ... I guess I need to live somewhere else (?) An apartment. Sure. Okay. I guess I'll spend the weekend figuring that out.