I had a reprieve from my x being in the house as he went to Texas for a funeral. He’s home again and it’s just uncomfortable. I asked when he was going to move out. He gave me a non answer. He then told me he met someone in Texas but wasn’t sure how she feels. I’m actually ok with it. I hope they hit it off and he moves. But it’s awkward.
Then I had a work thing that I messed up on so I keep thinking about it. Ugh it’s not a big deal in the big picture but again I like being perfect. None of this helping the depression. Boo hoo