So here is the big non-hooping news:
I know I have my issues. I have made my mistakes. Many many mistakes. I am not the best cleaner in the world, I'm grumpy, I am very sensitive and more. I have more growing up to do. I've made mistakes. I know this. Either way it has finally came to the climax: I can't be married anymore. I've been thinking this for a while. I even told one friend of mine months ago that I didn't see it not exploding by 5 years. So here I am admitting that I failed at being married. This is coming from a person that said, "I'd rather be together miserable than get a divorce." But I never realized how awful it could be living with a person that you didn't feel liked you for being you. I feel ashamed and afraid I am making the wrong decision. It's scary. I have some people I've worked with that are excited for me because they realized how trapped I felt. One girl said, "you need to find some hippie guy or something that's covered in tats and stuff." Hahaha.
So, it seems that my birthday and Christmas presents this year is essentially getting the fuck out of dodge. I have a plan. A co-worker recommended the place she lives in which is near a few of my friends. I'd rather get out of my current town anyways. It includes a washer and dryer in the apartment which is a huge plus and they allow animals. Hopefully if I can scrap everything together, I am hoping that I will get the apartment and be moved in by December. Everything has happened so suddenly that it will be hard for me. I have to get a microwave and basics for my apartment. I won't have a TV (but that's okay) or living room furniture. But all really need is a bed and I should have that. I've already made a budget for when I get moved into the apartment. I plan to save save save. The next few months, I'll be kicking up the overtime (which is what I have been doing for the last 3 except for October due to illness). Hopefully I will still be able to make it to some festivals this year. No matter what, I will be going to playthinkfest. I keep panicking that I am forgetting something off my "to get list" and stuff. I'm really emotional. Even if this was my idea, I'm still hurting over this decision. I could cry at a bottom of a dime right now. I'm hoping once I have a good bit of savings, I can start bellydance classes again or take a few classes (spanish, ASL??).
I was really stressed yesterday when I was looking at other apartments and a lot of them require cats to be declawed. Barf. Barf. Barf. I am not EVER declawing my Morgyn. That is DISGUSTING. But I think it will all work out. I hope. At least if I can get a deposit of some sort by next week, it will. They said they'd work with me. And unfortunately all this stress is bumming me out about my birthday. I'm going to be 26 years old in a week. So yeah, happy (early) birthday to me. I just realized how much I have awful timing since this is just days before our anniversary and my birthday.