Well at least I'm trying to. It's a new semester now and it came with a new job and a new house. Brendan is gone, moved out to live with his dad shortly after he punched me. I can't even begin to describe the pain that caused me....I know i should have seen it all coming. His anger has been out of control for some time now. But this was the first time he ever hit anyone of us. I miss him a lot but I have the little one to think of. We didn't even spend our birthday together. I know that doesn't sound horrible but we have spent every birthday together for the past 13 years. Maybe it was the change that hurt...I don't know.
the new house is nice and the job is great. I'm an English tutor for the college and it's great. Six hours a week, three hours on Monday and Tuesday. That's it. The pay is good, enough to get by. Just got to get my degree and things will get better.
I've come to realize that in high school I was a world class bitch yet now I'm too nice for my own good. I can't say no despite the need to. It's like I did a 180. Weird lol
I think I'm going to get back into therapy.
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