Pt 2: this has been one of the roughest years I’ve had. My partner moved into her apartment. I did everything in my power to change my ways & help work on us. I had long days. Waking up, taking the kid to school, going to work, getting the kid from the friends, eating dinner, help with chores at the apartment, softball practice & then finally back home to do chores. Needless to say my days alone were turning into 15 hour days very quickly. I was getting burnt out easily but I kept pushing through and telling myself we will get through this and come out stronger. *Que music* duh duh duh.. Softball and school ended and I thought it was going to start getting easier. For a moment it was. I got to relax a little more at the apartment but still very long days. I even made my partner come along when they wanted to stay out the house. Obviously she couldn’t go to work but took her a few times to understand that I had 2 households on my shoulders to work through. I tried to never complain