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I have decided to end this blog. Why? Well because I am not a housewife anymore and I really want to leave this part of my life behind me.

Here's what happened:

As most already know, my husband had to quit his job in order to keep his sanity. Well because of the stupid economy he took a little bit to find a replacement job. Because of this things swirled out of control. We got evicted and had to move in with a friend of ours.

For the first few weeks things were going very well. We had it good where we were living. She didn't expect anything from us that we couldn't give her. As long as we helped out with whatever we could she was fine with that.

About two weeks ago, my husband dropped a bomb on me that he wanted to have "some space" and he felt I should go to my mom's for a few days. Well I didn't let this happen. I felt that if there was something wrong, running away in our different directions was not going to solve anything. We were married after all and marriage is about working together when things get rough.

After that, things were back on track again. Or so I thought.

One day, I found out from our roommate that he was really serious about this break and if he didn't get it soon, he was just going to leave. I talked to him about things once again and he didn't tell me anything. Well nothing useful. I said things that were on my mind and I finally felt that he had actually heard me. I knew we weren't over the hump but I felt it was a step in the right direction.

On Thursday of last week (Sept 9), things came to a head. We were having a good morning, or so I thought and we were getting things done. We had received health insurance and we were on our way to getting him his much needed medications. We went to the clinic that we were assigned to and asked what we had to do to get him his prescriptions. They told us that we had to make an appointment on Friday morning for Monday morning and he could get them then.

This pissed him off and he stormed out of the clinic. I stayed behind to set up my appointment and went out to the car. When I got there I could tell that he was extremely upset and I left him alone out of respect. He asked me if my mom was home or if one of our other friends were home. I told him my mom was home and we drove over there.

When we got there, all hell broke loose. He told me we needed to talk and he said that he needed space and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. So here I am, at my mother's with nothing but my purse and it's contents. He came later that night and brought me more of my stuff. He told me that he just needed a few days to figure out what was going to happen and why he was acting the way he was. With no other choice, I gave it to him.

Friday passed without any word from him. Saturday morning and afternoon passed without any word from him. Late Saturday afternoon, I received a text message (A TEXT MESSAGE) from him saying that he couldn't do us anymore and he couldn't love someone who doubted him one minute and then tried to support him the next. I flew off the handle.

That was last week, and yet, it seems so far away. I am feeling better about things even though I really don't know anymore now than I did last week. But this is my last post as a housewife. I feel it's time for me to move on and I don't feel like taking any of the past with me.

Good-bye to the four years we had together. Good-bye readers.