I spent today finishing up my packing. It was good today. I played my music and enjoyed an afternoon all by myself.
I packed his things away, and I just have to figure out if I'm responsible for his items if he doesn't pick them up before I turn the keys in.
I did write him a letter. He has a notebook that he keeps all his important dates and numbers in.
So I penned it there.
I didn't blame either of us. I just thanked him for the lessons and the time we loved each other. I told him him I wished him well and hoped he could find whatever it is he is looking for. I also told him he us smarter than he gives himself credit for. I told him to leave liquor alone. I encouraged him to not be afraid to face the monsters from his past, and to let live in instead of running from it. I signed it with love.
By the time he reads it, I will be long gone from the house and my number will be different. I also deleted my Facebook, so he won't have a way to reach me.
But even if I'm not physically there for him ever again, I just wanted him to know that someone out there cares.
I really feel like once I've gotten everything out of the house, I will be okay with moving on
