Last night I packed up some things and drove down to my mom’s house. A painful process.
I know a few of my friends think that this isn’t the best arrangement for a separation, and I understand their concerns and partially agree. But if nothing else, I’m temporarily out of a place that causes me considerable psychic stress.
The commute turned out to be 45 minutes, so it’s not much worse than coming from PA.
I talked to my mom for a long time last night. It’s funny just how bad my lack of perspective is. It takes actually talking things out to someone for me to remember why it’s so important for things to change.
Lack of perspective is one of my biggest worries. I tend to see only the immediate situation. It’s so hard to get outside my own head and see the bigger picture when it comes to emotions. I don’t want to make [more] mistakes as a result of that.