I'm allergic

To messy kitchens, my stuff left on the counter, the cook and accomplice gone, sex happening next door to me while I'm trying to sleep. Hell, sex going on next to me at all. I just want to knock on the door and yell, "Clean the *doot* kitchen. That's why I count down the days until I get out of here!" I'm being calm about it for the most part though, but the kitchen is a mess and I'm very annoyed, despite the alcohol I had that relaxed me. It just annoys me, and I don't care if I never see Matt again, I'm so tired of him. The past two days were fabulous because I didn't see him. I do understand that she is dependent on him (as I have been before with other guys) but damn if it's not annoying seeing him all the damn time. God is also doing a very good job of keeping me single for my entire year commitment. No one is nearly good enough or at least that I see that has stepped to me. I'm convinced that I have not yet met my husband unless he's Sean, which I now HIGHLY doubt... but who knows but God how my life will play out. My dream has evolved past Sean though. I want someone who REALLY 'gets' me and that I don't clash with on so many levels. That wasn't Sean, to my dismay. Slowly but surely God is granting me closure... and maybe there is something to the saying that "Getting over someone takes half the time you went out.' It's April now, probably right about that time I should be over him. I'm salty about something else tonight, but I won't get into that.