gone girl

Mag moved in Dec. 2 and I asked her to move out Feb 17. She was gone on Feb 18. She left a mess for me to clean up and I am. Sweeping all the pieces into the dustpan and taking it out to the trash to be carried away.  No more gf's with the name Mag or Maggie or Mary or Margaret. Funny but not.

I do miss her, or miss the person I thought she was and turned out not to be. Swell. I did it again. I do feel relief  that she is gone. We were both pretty unhappy. I think I did us a big favor, sooner rather than later. It was never going to work. That was clear. She was dishonest, and once I established that she was more than an embellish-er, every thing she did was suspect. That was no fun. It was difficult to stay cool and calm.

And now I am facing weight gain of 12 ponds, sugars no longer tightly controlled, no exercise at all, and I am in a boot for a stress fracture. Time to get it all together again, and take care of myself. Prioritize self care with with self love.

I am dreaming of michfest.