Day 199

I can't believe it's been 199 days since my heart was ripped out, spat on, run over, trampled on.... and lots of other expressions of pain.

It all feels so pointless. What a spineless excuse for a human being he was. Is.

Some days go by now and I don't think of him at all. The days that I do it's mostly angry or murderous thoughts!

I need to concentrate on getting this house sold. There's going to be more shit times coming my way as I have a lifetime of stuff to try and sort/pack/move by myself. Plus more paperwork to be signed by Mr unresponsive. But its good, I'm closer to the end of this nightmare each day.

Now to find somewhere affordable to live that meets all my requirements.  Oh look, a flying pig!