I made the decision and I moved out. I don’t feel back, I don’t feel anything negative. I mostly feel about the same as I did before with a growing amount of optimism about the future.
There were no angry words, no arguments, no real fighting at all. That’s as best as I could hope for. I wasn’t interested in a lot of bad karma. I wanted as clean a break as possible so I could move on easier.
So now the rebuilding begins. Have some pretty major signs that I’ve made the right choice already, besides the obvious screaming voice inside my head prior to this.
I’m ready for the next stage of my life.
Finally, I got up the courage and tell my significant other that it’s just not working anymore. I worked really hard at keeping it as enlightened as possible and focus on the positive aspects of the decision. that, I believe, it what kept the conversation in a rational and not overly-emotional shout-fest.
As expected, occasionally I would get some comments that were far from polite. I am doing my best to keep it civil till I can move out. There is no hate, there are no ‘unforgivable’ actions. This is merely a choice and one which I believe is in my own best interest.
It is not going to be fun over the next couple of weeks, while I try to sort out where it is that I’m actually going to live, and it scares the hell out of but I have to have faith in my choices and walk bravely on.
I will so need a lot of emotional support in the coming months over this.