Hell's Teeth! Promises, threats and here it is

So... having been unhappy with my domestic situation; I made the threat 'if things don't get better, I'm leaving!'
I went to see a doctor, and a pshrink, got onto some SSRI medication which is for sad bastards to make them feel better... Specific Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors... whatever that means, really... I'm not sure they do much. Very subtle, whatever they do.

But not happy still! Maybe it was the culmination of too much, for too long, like a fish out of water, gasping and flapping about. Maybe the medication wasn't right...

I started with the comment that "There is a BIG difference between giving up, and admitting you've had enough!"
Push came to shove... and I said "I'm out of here!"
Walking out was turned into pushed with a time limit...

I'm now in a 'studio apartment' which is real-estate speak for one room, bed and kitchen included, and a bathroom and bog behind a door. The cheapest I could afford...
There you go!... I'm still paying Ph, health insurance, electricity, gas, the payment on the Engagement Ring et al... Fuck it!
...And getting a hard time for "abandoning us"

...there I go.