At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits.

So like .... whoa!

Big decisions all around, I turned in my 30 days notice for my apartment today and they advised me the sooner I move out the better, so I'm out by July 1st.

Which means that I'm moving in with my Pukerbaby and his kiddos. We found a house, just waiting on the approval (he has a dog, and I have a cat which lives at Mark's place). Oh yeah, Mark's nickname is Puker. I'm really trying to teach myself to call him that because he doesn't like to be called Mark.

3 kids, a dog, a cat, and some rodent creature which I think is a gerbil?... so wierd to think this is the direction my life has taken! I like it though. One of my reservations about moving in with him before is that we're both still technically married. Mine will be kaput on the 19th (which is also the 4 year death anniversary of Mark's son Tidal Zane) and his is scheduled for July 16th. Fun times all around.

Am I moving too fast? Feels right, but only time can tell. And I sure do love to jump into major decisions without thinking things through. Ah, a day in the life of....

Love is fire. But whether it's gonna warm your heart or burn your house down you can never tell

Next Thursday is the big day. The day our "I do's" officially turn to "I don't!!!"

I have to work, so I'm going to the courthouse on my lunch break.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't entirely freaked out by this turn of events. No sense dwelling on how we could have changed things, if we had seen this turn in the road. I'm happier. I'm sadder. I'm so much more now, than I ever was when we were together. It's a rollercoaster, but it's mine.