I know how hard it is when they leave. It really does feel like the end but it's not.
When W left the first time, I helped her load her car up. I was trembling but didn't want her to see it. I wanted her to remember this last act of kindness and what she was walking away from.
After the last load, I told her I hoped she found what she was looking for and wished her the best. She walked out and I closed the door, and fell apart. Then I went NC.
She eventually came back.
You will find a sense of peace once she is gone but it will take a little while to find your routine.
You can do this, D. We are all right here supporting you.
