Things have been becoming more and more real. Friends and boyfriend helped this weekend to load my things into storage. Pretty much all nonessential items were taken to the unit and stacked away. I have a few more things to haul there, but can do that over the next little while. I still have quite a bit to clean out too for donation items.
Do I dwell on why I’ve moved here? Do I start the story from the beginning? Or do I pick today as a new start and begin fresh without the bad memories?
This is suppose to be a sanctuary. It is my NEW safe place where I don’t have to worry about being stalked by someone who repeatedly told me he didn’t love me anymore, that he didn’t care about me anymore, that I wasn’t worthy of his time. I want to write freely, without having to worry about my phone exploding with scathing remarks about talking what I’ve been through.