I made this post. Because one year ago today, I finally moved the Bots and I out. Tomorrow, the divorce process can begin. Asshole has two weeks to get his ass into my lawyer's office and sign a form that says the divorce can proceed and that he doesn't need to be served papers. If he doesn't do it, he will be served papers and I hope it's in the most embarrassing way possible.

I have still not managed to make my bedroom in the apartment look like a real living space — it looks like someone sleeps there and lives out of boxes. There is a reason for that.

I have had very little energy for a very long time, so the squalor level in the apartment is much higher than I would like, but it's MY squalor, so screw it.

I still get pretty lonely, but being lonely while alone is better than being lonely while with someone horrible.