The Move - The First Night Away (Part 3 of 3)

So I'm a kidnapper now? Hysterical. Truly. That's what my soon-to-be ex-husband felt was the appropriate way to describe my exit with our son. Our son who I spent the majority of the time taking care of and was set to go on a week-long trip with my family, that was already planned and approved. Dramatic much? Oh wait, he did just come home to an empty house....LOL.

Anywho, it was about 6pm and I was completely moved in. Was my mattress still on the floor? Yeah. But, it was on the floor on a sundrenched bedroom instead of a dank basement, and my son was happily playing in his new room in our "new medium house, that is not too little and not too big" according to his 5-year old viewpoint. Medium...perfect...whatever. I think we were saying the same thing. It was just right.

Our suitcases for the trip were already packed and there was nothing truly pressing left to do, I shook my head, and responded to his message, letting him know that he could see his son after the trip, and keep him the entire weekend. He shot back a question that I had already answered and inquired about his wedding ring. I muted him, because, seriously what?! I ordered pizza, invited over a couple of friends and relished in my newfound freedom. Was I a little scared. Naw. I was hella scared. But I was also ready to step into my light and no fear was going to keep me from my purpose. Or my trip LOL. I slept like a baby that night, and continue to now.