Well I guess the experiment...failed! She moved out tonight to her friends house...and even took the dog with her. We lived together almost 8 months and we were good 95% of the time.
I honestly thought I was going to marry this one. But the whole time she was always homesick for Chicago. People we used to run into would ask her what she was still doing here since they thought she was moving. And she was...before she met me.
She finally came to the conclusion that if I was the "one"...she wouldn't want to move. I really can't argue with it. She said she didn't always feel the spark that she thought she would feel. She hates to hurt me but she had to do it.
I guess life goes on. I haven't lived in this house alone and now I'm real alone! The pictures are coming down...she is getting the rest of her stuff the rest of the week. What a mess.
I would have loved her to the day I died but I guess it takes two to tango. Better now with only a dog than 5 years down the road married with kids. Life goes on...

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