So here I am, at the house Ned and I share. Shared. Crap. I'm packing some stuff today and taking it to the new place. I half-heartedly tried to schedule movers this week, but when no one called me back, I didn't follow up. I just kind of moped around like Eeyore.
I want to not be broken up with Ned. I want to find a way to make it work. But I feel like I wouldn't know where to begin. It's hard not to remember the guy who took care of me when I was sick, who filled the house with flowers to surprise me. It's hard to not notice he bought dog treats for my dogs while I was gone this week.
This is hard.