Oct 09, 2012
I went to his house while he was at work today (as he and I discussed) and packed 90% of my things, having to leave some books and stuff because of no room. But anything slightly personal came with me. I hardly remember a thing other then his mom and brother telling me horror stories of the evil thing currently possessing my husbands body. Ouch I can't believe I survived that with only one hyperventilating episode as I began taking my boxes from the room. Collapsed and began sobbing under all the emotion I had been suppressing in order to get any packing done.