Home At Last

I’ve been crying all weekend.  Not out of sadness, but with happiness, relief and gratitude.  The deed is done, and I’m home where I belong.  One of my girlfriends has taken us into her home and several others friends are networking to help me find a job.

Two girlfriends drove more than 10 hours out to get me and two male co-workers came to help us load the UHaul.  Even Mr. Hyde helped load up my belongings.  They whipped through the house in no time, getting it all packed into the truck. 

Mr. Hyde was pleasant, even enthusiastic about getting my butt out the door.  I guess once the decision was made, he couldn’t wait to get me outta there.  I tearfully thanked my co-workers who wished me luck and we began the long trek home.

We made quite a caravan on the highway -- me, my son and our dog in a 14-foot UHaul, followed by one girlfriend driving my car and my second girlfriend driving her minivan which has also been loaded with stuff.  When we crossed the line of my home state several hours later, my eyes filled again and I said “We’re home” to my sleeping son and dog.

We didn’t get in until nearly midnight, but as Mr. Hyde asked, I called him to let him know we arrived home safely.

The next day my friends’ husbands all came to help unload and I was all set.  Now, I still needed to tell my family.

My mom, dad, brother and one sister knew nothing of my return.  I had told only three friends and my youngest sister. Unsure of how Mr. Hyde would react, I didn’t want to involve more people than necessary.  I didn’t want to chance Mr. Hyde harassing my family or friends for details or making things difficult for them.  Also, I was worried their concerned calls before the trip would irritate Mr. Hyde and possibly cause him to act out.