... no more.
I did it. It's finished. All done and dusted.
No more boy.
I mean, I didn't kill him or anything. I'm just finally done.
The weirdest thing? I feel fine. I feel.... happy. Genuinely relieved and content, which I just wasn't expecting. Of course there have been some hairy moments over the weekend (a small screaming match over a fucking television for christs sake) but when it comes down to it, this really is for the best. I really mean it.
Who would have thought eh? If you'd told me a year ago, that not only would I once again find myself in this position, but moreover would be happy about it, I'd have told you to shit right off.
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