Get up, come on.

Two days and I start to move out! I can't believe this is actually happening. I was afraid that I stay here and nothing changes. That we just keep going like nothing has happened. I'm so glad it didn't go like that. I have packed almost all of my clothes, small items, bedclothes, towels. Tomorrow I will pack rest of the kitchen supplies and then I'm ready to move out. I can't wait to get out of here.

My ex said today that it would have been okay for him if we had taken our cats to Cat Shelter. I can't believe I have been dating someone who actually thinks like that. I always knew I love our cats (now they are only my cats!) more than him, but I'm still shocked every time when he says anything like that.
Cats aren't things. You can't compare them to the television or computer. They are more like babies. You have to take care of them their whole life. You wouldn't give away your own baby, would you? Why would you give away your cat? It's different thing if you just can't have your pet anymore. If you get allergic, or your life situation changes too much or something like that. But you don't give your pets away just because "nahh, I don't want it anymore". It's so wrong.
It's so hard to believe I have spent over two years with guy who can't love cats. If he can't love even cats, how could he ever love his own children. Having a pet is like having a child. But it's so much easier to love your pets than your children.

I think I'll end up being a crazy cat lady when I get old.

Geez. I want these mood swings to end. I'm getting tired of this shit.

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me

Love,
Ambivalent