Well, some good news. Husband got an apartment and I think can start moving in on the 1st of September. Decent place and the price wasn't too bad, either. Also plenty of windows for Bruce to get his cat TV from and buffer spaces on the entrances so no worries about him door dashing. He seems legitimately excited and optimistic, though he's nervous having to do everything himself, of course. It's in downtown, too, so he's in walking distance to some decent spots for eating and there's even a speakeasy right nearby (he loves prohibition history and shit and supposedly the bar that's there has some ties to Capone).
I feel like I'm sending my kid off to college, heh. Whole experience should do good for him, I hope, and of course now I can finally have the house to myself and start focusing on what the hell I'm going to do, I guess. It'll be a relief having him gone, at least and maybe will clear up my dumb brain to start working on more of my own problems. Either way, one step closer to this all being done.