Still nothing definite, but the odds are leaning towards staying with the current job and moving to the Atlanta area.

It’s a chance to live together. Something we haven’t done in almost 8 yrs. That in and of itself is scary. We really do need to get each other back and remember why we got married in the first place.

In other news, if I see my brother anytime soon I might forget I’m a grown up and knock the shit out of him. Why do people think that shared DNA is a license for abuse? And why, when you stop putting up with that abuse, are you suddenly the bad guy?