He's gone. Moved out. Not lock, stock, and barrel...but almost.
Last night, I was a mess. I couldn't even breathe without crying. Today? I'm feeling much stronger today. I fully expected to need hospitalization and serious mind-numbing drugs when he moved out, but thankfully I did not. Oh I've had plenty of sad moments today, and at one point I had to leave the house...just couldn't take one more second watching him load boxes in his car. But overall...I'm ok.
I've cooked, cleaned, rearranged. All day. Organizing and preparing for the days ahead. One of my bestest girl friends took me out to dinner last night. Her parting words to me were to give up the big things to the guy upstairs, and take one day at a time. So that's what I'm doing. I have tomorrow all figured out. I hope.
