Well this looks like the end of my time in Brooklyn. I will be giving up the townhouse I called home for almost three years. And a marriage that was more off than on for the past eleven years. This place was supposed to be a fresh start for a family that apparently wasn’t meant to be. It wasn’t the best of places, but I tried. And just like the dream I had, I got left again and it all comes crashing down on me.
The only difference this time is that I have to possibly let go of most loyal friend I’ve got these days. And he won’t understand why. I can only hope that I can get him a good home if I can’t pull off another impossible feat in less than a week. He doesn’t deserve this. Sad, but I’m worried more about him than myself.
I just don’t think of myself as anything but expendable anymore. I just want to somewhere I can come home to a friendly face and be relaxed after my day is done. That’s not too much to ask, is it?