It's been over six months since Kyle moved out, however he's still at the house nearly every day to watch the kids while I work. We have had fights over things -- not allowed to change things in the house, not allowed to get rid of things, not allowed to do anything ... which of course changed depending on the mood and the thing at hand.
I, however, reached a breaking point, as I looked around my home, and the way such rigidity was forcing me and the kids to live.
So a couple of things changed. A couple of small projects began and/or continued.
Starting with another episode of #OMFGBOXES, all recyclable and taken to a dumpster that collects paper goods for charity, with the kids' help.
And I officially filed for divorce.