He's Really Gone...

New Boo came by this morning and picked up his stuff. He got a U-Haul and took everything I didn't want out of my house.

It's all gone.

I should be relieved. Actually, I am. I thought he was coming here to try to weasel his way back into my house. And here's the killer -- I was actually prepared to let him. Then he comes here and acts like a man with integrity...like the man I fell in love with.

Yay?

I have to admit, I've spent a little time in tears today, but it's different. I told him I was proud of him for finally being a man of his word. And I am. I'm glad to see that he's trying to be a better person. I'm also glad that he's been thinking about who and what he is and how is actions have affected not just me, but all of the people in his life.

It looks like he's on his way to bigger and better things. So am I.

But I can't lie...this is more than I bargained for and more than I'm ready for.

He's really gone...

The bright side, though, is -- as he put it -- "At least we're still alive. As long as we're still breathing, we have another chance..."

Gotta love him...