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Hi all. Well it's been a while since I've posted.

Not enough has changed. Still working in the same cesspool with FTard and Churchbob the Whorebonker and Screechypants the betraying friend. I still slog through every day waiting for it all to end. Or to begin really.

I had a new professional resume done and I am hoping to extract soon.

Meanwhile, it's time to sell the old house.

I sit here on the patio where so much was so good for so long. So full of hope and promise. It is empty as I sit here now on the patio in a lone beach chair. Sometimes getting up to change a burnt out lightbulb or make an addition to my 'get ready to sell' to do list. Need to bring over a step ladder. Maybe change out my coveted Tiffany lamp in the dining room for a generic fixture.

This was the home of 'Island Night' with reggea music and planning our next vacation and Rock Band battles with the kids. The home of Jack Johnson on the surround sound as I made huevos rancheros on a Sunday morning. The home of 'No Rules Saturday' and so many friends and poker parties and beach days and surfing and fun.

This is the house where I still feel his energy. And that of the kids. So much laughter and so many good memories.

As well as the seering memory of the day he walked out the door.

I brought the 'puppies' over, who are now 2 1/2, and they seem to remember this is where their life began.

This is the house where we remodeled the kitchen and the bathrooms together. Where we rebuilt the patio with TV and tunes. Where we refined our dreams and planned our life. Where we played frisbee in the street and rode bikes all over the beach. Where the sun rose through our bedroom window every

morning and we made love. Where the light switches were the opposite of intuitive and the roof always seemed to leak.

It's time to let go. I hope it sells fast.

Godspeed to all of us.

NT

I hope it sells fast too, NoTriangles. There's a grieving process to letting go of the house. I know - I went through it myself.

Good to hear from you, honey. ((((hugs))))

I'm a big believer that environments matter. They can both enliven you and equally become tainted and ruin you. I think this is a good decision. Creating forward movement, anywhere in your life at the moment, can only have ripple effects.

(((notriangles)))

Yeah that sucks. I'm still going through that only because I got kicked out and still have to go over to the house I built for her to pick up and drop off my son. I hate it. I wish the home was sold in a way. In the long run I think it would have been easier for me. I try to stay away from there as much as possible. I won't go to the door to get him. I don't want to look inside. I don't think I could take it. Before we even hit mediation she began redecorating the house. Putting paint samples up in my bedroom. I don't know who could be so cold with what she did to me. It was like she was rubbing it in my face or trying to erase me from her life right in front of me. You can't imagine how bad that hurt.

Sometimes I think of mean things about the house. Sometimes I hope she loses her job and she has to sell it while our son comes to live with me full time as she's homeless. What does a single woman need with a 4000 square foot home with one child who is only there half the time? A pool nobody uses? Personally I don't think she has the guts to sell it.