Seven months out. Technically, seven months tomorrow.
I have moved on, slowly. I rebuilt my life, somewhat in a haze until recently. I concentrated on my kids (who are wonderful and amazing).
I worked and spent time with them. I lacked adult conversation and interaction. Alas it caught up with me. One night of drinking, and one stupid message, landed me a date with someone who blew me away.
He walked into my life like a hurricane. I say that with complete and utter certainty. He turned my expectations of dating upside down, inside out and backwards. I had no idea a person could be so opposite from what I was with before. He cared despite my moments of insanity.
I have now made the commitment to move in with him, as he has become a constant in my life along with the kids. It came out a battle. I was so unsure of moving in with him, that I wanted away from him. I was, frankly, terrified to be away from him, but at the same time, terrified to be with him and be hurt again. I fought to get away and cried when he said fine. He demanded that I stay and talk with him. He made it clear that he was not going to run away. He wanted a family, however that form came, and wanted to be with me.
It has been a week since that fight. He had already pretty much moved in anyway at that point. He had only been away a few days in the last two months anyway. So we have been looking at places to move. He is excited to bring me on his side of the town. I am excited about this new chapter.
At moments, my anxiety overwhelms me about this giant shift. Everything I know is by my home. I live only a few minutes from the place I grew up. So here goes.
Wish me luck.
He has already made me a lover of Indian Food and a burger place in Minneapolis that rocks without question!!!
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