One year ago today I separated from my W, a sad anniversary indeed. Today I went to work as usual but the flood of memories from that day kept coming back. I remembered clearing out the small china cabinet I was taking with me, removing all the photos, momentos and kids craft projects and every few minutes having to sit down and cry. I remember standing on my front lawn watching the movers take my things from the home I'd lived in for 17 years, in full view of all the neighbours. I remember how kind my brother was to spend the day with me and how a woman friend, who lived in the building I was moving into, stood out front of the apartment building waiting to give me a big hug. Yes, one year ago today. I did my job today but took a few extra washroom breaks to wipe away the tears when they came. Tomorrow starts a new year, one of healing. I shall overcome. Thanks to all my DBing friends who've hung in here with me over the past few years. Despite your own pain, you've been there for me, I thank you all.
