I have to confess, it's hard coming home at night to an empty house when I've lived for so long with noise and activity. It was bad enough when both kids were gone and it was just W and I...but then after a while we came to appreciate the extra free time and freedom.
Pulling into the driveway at night my heart always sinks a little seeing it empty when I'm so used to seeing her car in her spot. But it's getting better. The lows aren't quite as low.
I know how that feels. Which is really funny considering how XH and I never really talked or interacted much. We just happened to be in the same house at the same time.
You can feel this person-shaped hole at the place where your S or in my case, XS, is supposed to be. You keep expecting to see them when you next turn around. And then you realise you won't, and your breath catches and your heart aches.
For a long time after I'd moved out, I would wake up in the middle of the night and still think that I was in the old house.
But like you said, it does get better.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
