Yesterday was good, but by no means easy.

We had our little graduation thingie at work, and I did score slightly lower on the re-take of the final than I had on the original test, but my trainers agreed that the higher score would be the one they kept (everyone else in the class had “timed out” while taking the original exam, but since I was already finished, I was miffed that I was required to do the re-take with them.) I’m not going to be under the supervisor with whom I was originally scheduled, but there was apparently some drama of which I don’t know the details. Still, the gal I’m under pretty much rocks, so we’ll see how it goes!

Went to the old house last night. It was good, but hard. RQ has finally seen Kelly’s true colors, and I wish I was surprised by that, but I just wasn’t. She and I had a good, LONG talk, and we’ve straightened out a lot of things between us. She is going to take Gilby to Oregon, after all, and from there, is going to take it one step at a time. She understands now why I had to leave, and …we’re good. Seriously.

I felt like kind of a tool while I was there, though, because since I WAS there, I was going through all the cabinets and stuff, looking for things I had forgotten when I packed–I did find a few (my Elvis mug!) and loaded up on groceries that would’ve otherwise gone bad, plus she had me take her TV set, since she won’t need it, and it’s way bigger than the one that Joe had given me. She also understands why I’m happy to get rid of the one Joe had given me (on general principle). Neither of us cried, because we both knew it was the right thing, even though it’s been a really weird chain of events. I can’t say I’m not worried about her driving to Oregon alone, because 19 hours is a LONG time, but I’m sure I’ll hear from her en route.

Seeing Gilby was tough, too. He hasn’t been eating much since I left, and he was so quick to bring me the one toy that he found that was in good condition. We played for an hour while RQ and I talked (and we talked for like four hours). I love that dog, can’t lie! Still, Oregon will be a good place for him and I’m sure once Bella adjusts to him, it’ll be good for both of them. I just got a text from RQ, and she’s ok so far. I know she will be, but hey, worrying is what I DO.

So, yeah, a page is turned. No more “Flowers in the Attic.” Just like there was a point this summer when I decided to stop painting myself as a victim, even to myself. There were a lot of things in the past couple years that I’d give a “do over”, but everything happens for a reason, and I can’t help but believe that this is forward motion for everyone I care about, even if it was kinda fucked up how it all came about.

Goddamn Helen Reddy song stuck in my head. This doesn’t bode well! LOL