I think something shifted in the air since that day I said let’s move in together (for the second time) and I don’t think I’ve ever been the same.
It was my tipping point. I cried cos you gave me the same answer, that you aren’t ready, when you had two years to prepare yourself for it. But damn I can’t even see you ever get ready for anything serious and God knows I can’t wait for you any longer to man up and have some sense of responsibility. 10 fucking years is too much time to be tiptoeing around and beating around the bush.
That was my tipping point. So I spent the entire night crying while updating my resume and sending out my application form to different US staffing agencies. Damn. I have to put myself first for real now.









