I refuse...

I was talking to someone about how my expectations were not being met, so I was getting disappointed in people. They suggested that I lower my expectations. At first, I thought, yeah, that makes sense, and then I thought about it. Why should I lower my standards and expectations for people who used to meet them? I refuse to allow people to walk over me and dismiss me. Do it. I'm done.

Also, I hate the house now. I want out. I want a new place that won't remind me of him. I'm tired of taking care of it. I'm tired of seeing his crap. I'm just tired.