You all know my situation by now, I think. I’m moving to Port Charlotte, FL in three days, and I had a lot to clean up before I went….
I got lucky in that my boyfriend has agreed to take my dog.
Bad news? I had to say goodbye to both of them at the same time tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this terrible in my entire life. Hugging Steve, knowing it was the last time I’m going to him until I can some day hopefully get my crap together to come back (sooner rather than later, preferably)…. Seeing Baby watching me from it’s car window, wanting to get out….
I’m completely crushed and I’m not coping well at all.