So the boy and myself have planned a holiday to Italy. Big deal I guess.
Problem is that last night we had a non-yelling, calm conversation where we told each other that we still loved each other but that we think we are over. But we are still going on holidays. It is kind of a big pain in the butt.
I just know that I can never get over the past. It is just whether or not the problems will ease. He is just such a goo liar that it is so hard to believe anything that comes out of his mouth.
This holiday will either be the end of us or the making of us. But hopefully, either way, it will be nice.