Free as a bird now.

Tomorrow is the day that J. and I finally seperate households.

I could not be more excited.

Aside from the simple freedoms of not having to share Netflix queues, and knowing what my house is going to look like when I come home. I don't feel the same obligations to help her that I've been wallowing in the last few months. For all of my bravado, I've been less than willing to actually let that relationship go the way that I need to. Though I'm done with it. I still feel like I owe her something. Not sure why.

I feel so much release in knowing that I will have my own place. Where I can live by my own rules, and not worry about what she is doing. And she doesn't have to worry about me (not that she does). It will be so much relief to not wake up when she comes into the house at two in the morning (which has happened every day this week), and reflexively wondering what the hell she has been up to. It will be nice to let of rules that I think that I need to have over the house to keep things under my control (which I know is a shortcoming of mine).

It is seriously freeing.

File under Virtue.