I’m afraid I’ll jinx it but all has been very calm. StbX and I sat down this morning to make a To-Do list for selling our house. This morning I got a flat of gerber daisies for the planter box on the front of the house and I’ve just started repainting the front door to a marine blue at the realtor’s suggestion (buyers are wild about marine blue now). Eyeroll
stbX hasn’t found a house yet but he’s been to see a couple.
Yes, I’m still in the guest bedroom. No further smooth moves. No serious discussions. I’m all set to settle on Monday, just show up with my checkbook.
Went by the new place yesterday to see if the shed had any junk in it. Nope. The seller left behind a few useful tools.
I don’t love our house but memories have been flooding back from all the hopes and dreams I had to make a home with him here and it’s ending. At the same time, it feels like getting rid of this house is like a noose being cut off my neck, and I wonder if our relationship wouldn’t have ended a LOT sooner had we not owned this house together.
He will be free. I will be free.