Over the weekend, my husband bought himself a cheap mattress and a cheap hanging clothes rack. He shifted his ‘belongings’ out of the Master bedroom, and he started sleeping in the spare bedroom that was next to the common corridor. It was his way of protesting my wanting to leave him for Mr Dress-Very-Well. What did I expect? 😥 That we would pretend that nothing had happened? I felt hurt that he would ‘kick me out of his life’, but of course he must have felt the same when I wanted to leave him for Mr Dress-Very-Well. In any case, did it matter? That he did not want me, or I did not want him? Does it really matter? I did not ask him to come back to the Master bedroom, and I did not cry. Life goes on. Every morning ☀, we woke up, we got dressed for work and we left on our separate ways for breakfast and work. At night 🌛, I would eat dinner alone because he was never home in time for dinner. It was a quiet and peaceful time for both of us, because we were just roommates sharing a flat. But one thing did change: I did not hope to look for another white knight to be my saviour. In that period of my life, I willed myself to become more ‘thick-skin’, and I became one of those girls who could eat breakfast, lunch and dinner by myself. So what else was there to do? Most days and even on weekends, I was alone, going to work and coming back to an empty home. It was good that I had my rabbits, and I talked a lot to Pebbles. Thinking back, some things in life are just meant to be. Instead of going to night classes 📚 for upgrading, or spending my nights watching television 📺, or even joining a religious group for praying 🙏, you know what I did? Indeed, some things are just meant to be. I picked up the Feng Shui book that my mum had passed onto me. I decided that I would read it again. ✌ Because I still had to work overtime, I usually reached home at about 9pm. After a short rest, doing some simple housework, eating dinner and taking a shower, I usually had only 1 hour to read the book every night. 1 hour is not a lot, just ask anyone who ever had to work and study at the same time. It’s hard to absorb what is written. 😥 At most, you read the words, but the brain does not comprehend the sentences. The following night, I would feel bad because I could not remember what I had read the previous night, and so I spent the first few months of my Feng Shui journey reading and re-reading and re-reading Page 1 to Page 10. 😅🙃