Free At Last

That's how I felt when I got home on Saturday night and found that my ex and most of his crap were finally gone. I had been at a friend's birthday party on a Lake Michigan beach all day out in the sticks, and enjoying the hell out of myself, but consequently I was out of cell range and was totally in the dark. Of course, since nothing in my life is ever simple, my daughter went out looking for our missing cat and twisted her ankle something like two hours after my ex moved out. I can't help but marvel at the irony of that spectacular timing, not that it was her fault. So, since she was home alone with a twisted ankle and I was out of cell range, she got sort of emotional and called my parents. Sigh. When I rolled in Saturday night (well, OK, 12:30 a.m. on Sunday, technically) nobody at all was home, my ex's furniture was gone, and I had a note from my mom letting me know that my daughter was at their house. It was nice to have the house to myself, I have to confess, regardless of the circumstances.

I've been enjoying a nice, quiet, ex-free home for several days now. My kitchen and bathroom haven't been this clean in years and the television is actually turned off once in a while. I don't feel like I'm confined to my own bedroom anymore. I even sleep better. Rejoice!