I came home last night to find a letter from my property management.
Apparently the house I am renting is going up for sale and they will begin showing it August 1st.
So. MiniWarrior and I must begin the quest for new living quarters.
This isn't such a horrible thing. It happens when one rents instead of owns a house. Thats not what has me down.
What has me down is bigger. Much bigger than "shifting houses".
What has me down, feeling hopeless, is the person MiniWarrior and I love, doesn't want to live with us. Be a family with us. Share a home with us.
There has been excuses about where we live. That the housing arrangement wasn't condusive to needs. I've worked overtime to try and work things out to change that. To meet everyones needs. You'd think I'd have learned by now that one can tear their heart out working towards a goal with no end result because it takes two to want that same goal.
When did I become so pathetic that I've resorted to pleading with someone to share my life with me?
This isn't about money or the walls that form the home MiniWarrior and I will live in.
This is about family. About melding lives together because people love each other and can't imagine living without each other.
I've known that I've been working towards a goal that is hopeless. I could see it months ago. I've cried so many stupid tears over that fact I'm sick of myself.
Where do MiniWarrior and I go from here?
The one we love said, "Why are you so down, can't you just get another house?"
I swear I heard something break inside me.
7 years ago