Preface: Im back without the petty tormentor

PREFACE:

OK so Im really behind on blogging.... like realllllly behind so this should be some chapters and volumes to get caught up, it wont, but please hang in there with me and please, give me some input on what you think (too many details? not enough details? etc.). Lets start from the latest I can think of...

Dating (lets call him PT), eek! that was a mess and a mistake. Note to self: never move in with a boyfriend if you haven't dated him more than about 2+ years, otherwise it wont turn out good. Please any of you, use this as advise to yourselves! Especially when they are controlling possessive freaks such as PT. Sure, when someone buys you gifts they know you want are nice, BUT DONT LET THEM HOLD IT AS A CARROT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE! you don't owe that person anything unless there is a mutual agreement, PERIOD. Also, if there are any slight signs of abuse, physical or verbal... GET OUT! it will NEVER get better as I've learned. You always think "I Love ___, it will get better!, they dont mean it!" its B*U*L*L*S*H*I*T! it wont, once they are abusive, they will always be and even so more if they insist on trying to control someone full heartedly. My mom told me a story but I added the details, here is the basis, its called... The Petty Tormentor: Warm Sunny Day in the valley of Southern California, the petty tormentor comes out to torment his victim. Day after day the tormentor tried with all his power to get to the victim but he doesnt seem to respond to his torments, day after day he tries and tries but nothing from his victim. Eventually the victim walks away happy as a lamb, nothing to break the stride in his step yet the PT keeps trying everything in his poor weak soul'less heart to just ONCE, get to his victim... still nothing... over time the PT starts to really go crazy because there is nothing he can do for ANY reaction till one day, he drove himself so crazy he just couldnt take it anymore, the PT tormented himself till he killed himself from going crazy."

OK, moving on. Now Ive officially moved outta the house my ex BF and I lived in together. I have my belongings after much distress from him, a restraining order from him because I hadn't been in touch with him or tried to be near in person (re-read if you need that last sentence)(case dismissed obviously). Finally got my things although he threatened me that he was going to have the county take them away for county auction and I would owe him $$, later confessing that he was just going to call Salvation Army to pick them up. Feeling amazing, healthier and more stress free than ever! Im ready for a new chapter to my life. What do you think I do, pick up the UHaul and drive it to San Diego or Portland for the new chapter? Or do I sell everything and use the money to backback Europe? :)