Moving is so hard. Even though I was so excited to move to a new place and a whole different part of the country, it has still been the hardest thing I have ever done. My two beautiful children moved with me, and later their dad (my ex husband) came too so that he didn't have to live without them.
It has almost been a year, and I am still wondering if I have made a mistake. I love Charlie dearly but he is never home. He is gone 85% of the time and I really wonder why he moved us all the way across the country, when he was never going to be here.
Because I have no family or help, I chose to work as little as possible so that I could get the kids adjusted to their new life. Since their dad is here, I have them every other week; which makes for the week with no kids...very boring!
It's a gorgeous day out and I just found myself wondering how I got here. The girl that had so many friends and family surrounding her that she had to break plans with some to fit others in. Or was so worn out at the end of the day because I had so much to do. In the year that I have been here I have made one true friend, the rest just acquaintances. Not anyone that I can call up at any given moment and say "Hey, What are you doing? Want to go do something?" At home I had a list of friends, and I was never bored.
My house is clean, the yard is done, bills are paid, and the kids are at their dads. How did my life become so boring, and why did I do all of this for a man?
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