I think this is where faith comes in handy. Each day being on a waiting list for housing feels like an eternity. It allows he who wishes to be obeyed find small things to either complain about or orchestrate into a mountain. Like today, I get up make breakfast, of course he was up all night so while I was cooking he goes to sleep. He gets up at 4:30 pm eats the breakfast then complains there is no dinner made. I am told what goes around comes around and I will get mine for how I treat him. Currently he must be allowing his true nature out because so called friends on the games he played are unfriending him. In one sense I have to laugh, to sit and listen to the conversation is like listening to 14 year olds. Are these adults going to play games when they are 60 or 70? How many senior gamers are out there?
I pray that an apartment becomes available. I can’t believe the cost of an apartment these days. How do young couples survive.
Some days I feel like I am treading water near the shoreline while the shark is feet away in the deeper water just waiting for me to make a mistake.
Once I move I know there will be a lengthy period of healing to go through. The shock of not having to be on guard each day, being able to sleep without someone yelling constantly through the night, making food and being able to enjoy it, I think the big one will be sleep. I’m feeling the lack of proper rest, it makes your nerves raw, no desire to do anything. No verbal attacks.
Until then, I’ll just keep saying to myself, living the Dream.