Rough morning. I woke and immediately thought, "This is the last week W will be here." She has started packing her things, so there are half-full boxes everywhere. She has already left for work so I am wandering through the house looking at everything and wondering what I will be left with.
It's a big house, too big for just one person. But with the amount of repairs and renovations that still need to be done, and the housing market being what it is, I'm going to be here for at least another year, possibly two.
I've been staying busy during the evenings, so at least I am not here while she is in the process of moving. But I am filled with sadness that this is actually happening, yet I know we could not have continued living in the same house.
Furniture shopping this week; blah. I just don't feel like dealing with that.
H 56 W 48 D27,S21 SS25 SS22 Severely autistic M(#2 for both) 9 1/2 yrs. "I've never loved you" 3/7/2011 Separated 8/7/2011 BITS
