So about a month has gone by. I am doing a little better. Not as depressed. I am still deeply hurt. I can't believe I will probably never talk to her again. I guess where I am struggling is my desire to move on balanced with wishing what I had would come back. Unpacking our boxes just to repack hers is so painful. I still miss her. I miss the dreams that never will be. I miss her laugh, smile and hugs. I miss cuddling. I still can't believe that the seemingly cute, innocent girl I married had the potential to cause so much pain. Its unbelievable.
