Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Because she’s good for my soul…

Author: thenicknick

That’s just one of the reasons why I love Jennie.  She’s been my best friend since the first day of sixth grade made us desk buddies.  She’s been my partner in crime, my confidant, my sounding board, the one person I want with me to the end.  Ahhh.  So, it’s no wonder that when she heard about me and Sam, she immediately rearranged her life to accommodate me in my time of need.  Little did she know, by the time she arrived, the bottom would have dropped out of my life…again.

See, Thursday night, Sam never came home.  Oh, and he did that thing guys do…he blamed it on me being upset with him.  And I did what smart girls do.  I called him out on it.  I told him to own his life..

me: If you wanted to stay with M, then just do it.  Don’t look for an excuse.  Enough of the bull!

And then he did the only thing he could do after I called him  out.

He kicked me out. 

Yup.  He told me I had to move out.  Oh, here’s the kicker.  I have no where really to go.  And I have a friend arriving in five hours.  At least the kids had a home with their father for the weekend.  So, he eagerly helped me move all the big heavy items from his house to mine.  Yes, I currently own a 2400 square foot storage unit.

Some may question why I don’t just move back in to my place?  Simple.  It has to be sold by January or foreclosed on, so that would be a temporary and costly at best.  No wonder I was determined to find a more permanent solution. 

We spent the remainder of the day working on the move.  It was tense.  To put it mildly.  And there’s a distinct possibility that I hate him now.  He’s hurt me a lot.  And while he claims he’s hurting, too, he’s hurting while dating a hot young chick.  And I’m licking my wounds, losing everything, currently homeless.

But let me tell you…I do homeless in style.  I called Jennie and we decided to split the cost for a hotel room.  We used Hotwire to book, so we couldn’t be sure which hotel we were getting, which was especially tricky, since M works at one of the area hotels and I would rather gnaw off a limb and beat myself about the head with it than run into her EVER.  (My ego is already at an all time low.)

So, when Jennie arrived, we packed up for the night and left.  And even though I pack for overnights all the time, this time was rough and different.  I knew that when I left, I would never be staying at that house again.  And it hurts.  And I need to find some happy.  Please let the house we’re looking at today be good.  Please let the guy not be an axe murderer, or completely unbalanced, or creepy, or any other bad thing that might prevent me from living in a fantastically wonderful place.  Please.  (Work with me, oh mighty smiter.)

We went for dinner first.

Jennie: Remember, no Sam.  You don’t have to eat at Bojangles.  Where did you used to like to eat?

me: It’s been a year and a half, who remembers?

In the end, we went to Ru Sans, which is a name that has become synonymous with sushi in Charlotte, as evidenced by the long lines as we were leaving.  And then we headed to Harris Teeter to pick up some dessert and wine for the room.  By the time we left, we had a party in a bag: two bottles of wine, a cork screw, spoons, and two pints of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.  Yeah, we know how to party.

Then, we went to the hotel.  It was the Embassy Suites.  And we walked around and took pictures.  The one on the post is of the atrium where we will be eating a complimentary breakfast in the morning.  Last night, it was our time to be mellow, for me to try to get back to me.  We had a date with our favorite men, Ben and Jerry.  They never let us down.  They make me smile.  They’re always there for me in a crisis.  And there was wine.  And a chick flick. 

Today is all business.  Jennie has vowed to stay until I am no longer homeless.  We may be at the Embassy Suites for some time.  Guess it’s a good thing the rooms are so big and nice.  I am currently enjoying the wi-fi, minutes after I enjoyed their granite and subway tiled bath.  I cried my last cry in that glorious subway tiled shower, or at least that was the plan.  Soon we’ll be down enjoying a complimentary breakfast before finding a place for me and the kids to start our new adventure.  There’s no crying on adventures.  And life is a very big adventure.  Wish me luck.

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