Xh is still in the house, I'm still paying for it. The house is a complete disaster (I stop by every few weeks when I know he's not going to be there to see if I have any mail). He hasn't mowed the lawn a single time this spring. I'm consumed with rage about it, but I'm fully planning on using it to my advantage in the final divorce settlement.
He keeps asking me out on dates, and I've taken to completely ignoring him. I'm sure he knows this makes me feel like a total douche, and he's probably hoping I'll feel douchey enough to give him another chance, but I won't.
Still dating here and there a bit. Kickball is over, but I joined a cornhole league with some people from the team. We start in June.
I got a part-time job waiting tables at a comedy club downtown. This should allow me to move downtown myself at the end of the summer. I'll have to live with roommates, which sucks, and money will be tight, but I really need to be out of my parents' house and on my own.
To sum up, I feel good about having a plan and still feeling like I'm moving in the right direction and making good decisions for myself.