So we broke up on NYE. He got drunk and was an asshole, kicked me out of a cab in the middle of nowhere so I had to walk to a friend's house. Pretty much the straw that broke the camel's back.

He's upset. But I told him I couldn't handle him treating me poorly ontop of all the shit I have to deal with in regards to BM and the SKids. I told him he'd have to treat me like gold for me to justify hanging around any longer. But he couldn't even treat me like silver.

I'm not going to get involved with a man who has kids again. It's officially a deal breaker for me. Nothing could compel me to enter this hell again. I need to be with someone who loves me most of all and wants me to be their number one until we have out own children.

I am a tad upset and scared to be moving out of our house and on to my own but it must be done. I move Feb 1st from this nice 4 bedroom house to a 1 bedroom basement apartment. I am nervous. But it is cheap and I can save money.

I have already started seeing other people to help get my mind off the situation. Plus I think things were over before they officially ended, I realized (especially in seeing new people) that I was not emotionally invested in the relationship for the past while.

Here's hoping the future is bright from here on in. Thank you all for your support over the past year or so.