To a new adventure.

After a year of my grandmother being gone, I no longer could live with my grandfather. My husband and I decided for now to move into an extended stay hotel. Been here about a week now. It’s very nice, security is a plus, therefore I know my children are safe. Our neighbors are very nice. It isn’t ideal but I couldn’t take my grandfather’s toxicity anymore, especially lashing out doing things in front of my children. Telling me that I should move on, because he has, meanwhile grief has no time limit. I’m very emotional and only because the home that I grew up in with them is now no longer a home to me. Where I didn’t want to leave that house at all, to no longer wanting to ever step food inside those walls ever again. My grandfather has ruined my childhood core memories being there from a child to an adult. He’s pushed me away beyond far and I never thought the person who raised me would not be there for me in both our time of need. It’s crazy when people pass how others show their true emotions. While I try to cope with my depression, here’s to finally being with my children, husband and myself in our own place. Maybe it’s everything I needed and just haven’t realized it yet.