So, I packed everything, scheduled the movers to get here Tuesday, and just a few hours ago, Ned and I agreed to give this 90 more days. We have all sorts of...plans in place, which I will not go into but of COURSE therapy at least once a week; don't be absurd.
I am terrified. I am scared I will be hurt. I'm afraid you will think I am nuts. I'm afraid I am nuts. I'm worried that my sweet friend Lilly, who offered me her place, will be annoyed with me. I left her a month's rent, which brings me to another thing. Some of you sent me donations to pay to move, and I will refund your money if you want me to. Just write me and I will send it back RIGHT AWAY.
God, I have no idea if this will work, and I wonder if I'll regret this. But I love Ned, and I know he loves me, and when you find someone you're this berserk about--and yes, emphasis on berserk--it's hard to walk away. Obviously.
Anyway, I don't know why I'm saying, "Don't give me any advice!" because I feel like that's a lost cause, but thank you all for sending me your own stories, and for your offers to help me move, and to Happy for giving me boxes. Thank you for caring.
Oh my god, have I lost my mind? I guess I'll find out.