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I've been following my Dear D's advice, and Will & Flutter holding that mirror up where I had to look at it. I'm moving things around.

It's really nothing short of miraculous,
well,
it's something other than the pity party where I've overstayed my welcome.

I Painted Art's bedroom!

He's been so dear through all the drama and I'm hoping to put to use some things I've been learning about How to Organize the Disorganized Child
Of late, this title applies to me as much as anyone else. Emotional immaturity was not something I would have labeled myself with before the divorce.

I'll post pictures of the room when I've added all the finishing touches and painted over all the lapses in concentration that ended up on the ceiling.

I wanted to surprise him, but he stopped by to pick up homework while I was in the middle of it. He's thrilled. I've painted, rearranged and I'm even adding some collages that I've made out of toy guitars and magazines. It feels good to be doing.
Thanks for the kick in the ass D!

His brother entertainment has been down right civil, even kind and loving. I'm hopeful, but guarded.

This could be a lull due to the absence of a beau.

The ex suddenly doesn't need to pull his things out of the house anymore. Then of course, this would not be allowed, I've change the locks and made clear the consequences if he steps foot on the property again, but that's never stopped him from hassling me before.

The boys continue to call me to check in, to see what I'm doing in the evenings. I like to think this is out of some concern or out of missing me, but as someone once called it, I think it's more to likely an attempt toward enforcing celibacy. Thankfully it's usually only once or twice in an evening.

Now I'm recycling old shit again,

I'm doing, pushing through.

I'm also limiting my cyber stuff. Face book really makes me feel like a stalker or often just feeling left out. Letting go of people is hard enough for me as it is, so when I can look them up and track how their lives continue without me, I make myself miserable. Yes I'm happy that they are happy, still... I don't like the envy I feel. So, there, other than the fact that I have to work until nine o'clock life is better here. I'm feeling mostly human.
Oh, and my classes are going so well I pinch myself every day.