This is the worst part of the day for me lately. The thought of going back to what used to be my home hurts my soul in way that cant be explained. Walking through the house on the way to what used to be our bedroom I pass all of the memories we have shared over the past 16 years. All of the pictures from our wedding and of the kids in various stages of life still hang on the walls but have lost all of their meaning. The house has been a wreck lately and I have no desire to clean. I usually walk straight to my room and change clothes. It is at this time when I have to really get my game on. I have to stop sulking and feeling sorry for myself. I then go hang out with the kids for awhile before going into my music room. Actually the W has taken over the music room and made it her bedroom. That doesn't stop me from making my way to the piano. Sitting behind the piano everything fades and I feel comfortable. This has been my fortress of solitude since I was a child. Im not sure why im telling you all this. I guess I just wanted to write. Thank God for the little things.
M:39 W:40 S:10 S:7 D:12 BD:3/5/15 Separate BR:3/5/15 W moved out with kids 1/3/16