Another thing I’m excited about is that once I’m living in the suburbs again, I’m going to make my ex start doing his fair share of the driving. When I moved to the city, I felt guilty about the extra distance (and basically everything) so for the last two years I have been doing almost all of the driving to get Jackson back and forth between our houses. Not anymore, baby.

2016 is going to be all about how I’m not going to feel guilty anymore for breaking his heart. I gave him fifteen fucking years to get his shit together and apparently that wasn’t enough. Not my problem anymore.