Well, I did it.
I moved out.
Yesterday after another fight with Neil, I decided enough was enough and when he went to work I packed up all my things and the cats and moved out. It feels kinda strange. I still have a couple more boxes to get but I'm doing that on Monday. Don't worry I didn't leave anything I'd be heartbroken if I never saw it again.
I think the real clincher was when Neil told me the real reason he asked me to marry him, not because he loved me but to make someone jelous. Great eh? Oh well. On to bigger and better things.
I just wish I could find my ring, it mysteriously went missing the day before he broke it off. After all I was the one who paid for it, so I would like it back.
Other than all that things are going ok in my world, feels a little odd to not be around him but that'll get easyier. After all this way I don't have to deal with any of his gross habits (burping, farting, swearing, cigarette butts everywhere) hip hip.
So for those of you who keep coming back to check up on me, thank you. I am doing ok, everyday is a little better than the last.
Here's to brighter days ahead.