Moving

There was a really stupid argument with the neighbour and I wanted to move out. She though she can cause havoc in between me and the hubby by mentioning The Person (A), but it was nothing as hubby already knew everything. So all ended up so that it was me apologizing something which the other one should have apologised from me. Oh well. Moving out.

Next home was nice, there were 2 nice dogs, the neighbors and the landlady was nice, the room was small, but I managed to be out a lot and had a small garden even with tomatoes, spinach, carrots, cucumbers and so on. It was nice.

I found a Valentine's Card from the car and that caused an argument. He denied having a girlfriend, that it was him writing it for himself etc. Right. I was kicked on my back,  I dragged him with his hair, I was kicked out from the car because I refused to give him a beer bottle 50 m before the gate. Or I said let me dig it out by the gate when I was supposed to get up anyway, but it wasn't soon enough. The times when I walked to the shops at night just to proof him lying that he'd been there. Hiding from the cars, hiding from the people. But it was quiet.    gfttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttr (That was the cat.)

It was hard. And I was in pain. I cut myself regularly to try to get some rest from the tension my body had. Trying to choke myself to get some sleep. Didn't overdose much at the time, all ended different way.

I had started going into soccer games with the hubby and his friends. A was there sometimes too and it always calmed me down when he was around. Sometimes just sitting next to each other and feel the breathing. Hubby even taking photos of us!

Had fun with the hubby too. 

This is October this year. 

Going to the game.

Wild. 

But how A got back into my life and what happened after that?