I think I will put my house up for rent. Its like my museum of death right now. Everything in it reminds me of her. Its a beautiful home, less than a mile from the gulf, and right on the bayou’s. We picked it out together, a great first house and far away from the life that was giving her so much trouble in Fort Walton Beach. Right when we walked inside of it, we knew it was “us”. We worked our asses off for it, I got 3 jobs just to get that debt off our backs. But now here it stands, a reminder that whatever it was she wants in life, a family in this home is not in the cards. I just cannot even be in it while sober. It hurts too much. It has become my tomb. The best idea that I can come up with right now is just to rent it out, make a few dollars on the side and pay off my credit card, and then get the fuck out of here. Move back to Seattle, my adopted city. Or finally live in Estonia. I will be back there in a month. She was supposed to come. Two of our best friends live there. I really am tempted to go to Europe and just stay for a while. We will see. I guess its about letting this play out and figure out what the hell it is that I want to do in life. My partner might be lost, and much of the last 3 years of saving, working, and building has involved her. What do I do now?