My Best Friend Mish

Brandy always said that Mish and I would love each other. After meeting in person I am sure we both felt that we were overrated. But perhaps she was trying to tell us something else. Maybe that we would have something in commen ie a major life experience. So Road Rage, verbally abusive husband has decided to kick me to the curb and while I am not done crying. I am accepting and acknowledging that it is for the best. His main complaint is my housekeeping and pets. I am not going to rehash anything here but i am sure there is some evidence of Kelly acting like an asshole somewhere in the blog. Exhale...  Breathing. 16 years is a little while. So here I am... So I know quite a few of you will be happy for me although I am not quite happy for myself. I am not there yet. I am hurting and I want to be held. I got the rare pleasure of knowing just exactly how he really feel about via some Brandy and April techniques. So moving forward. I am planning for my future. Something I never have really had to do before as my future was by his side and where he would go and I would follow. Silly silly girl. You can't make people love you. You just can't. They either do or they don't and he doesn't and that is that. I have to stay here until some tenants move out of East Manor. Although I plan on being nice things could get ugly around here. I used to put up with his abuse because I was dillusional at best and now.. Not so much. He still uses phrases like we, but I would rather he didn't.