Another really rough day where I'm so sick of this new life of grieving for the old one. I just keep going through the motions and hoping it gets better. The W has not contacted me since Thanksgiving. My heart breaks further every day when I walk through the house and see so much of her in every room. A very small part of me wants her to just come pick up her stuff so I don't have to look at it anymore.
BD: 5/28/17 "We're like roommates, there is no passion anymore" Early October she is moving out so she can "think about what she really wants in life" 10/22/17 She's gone
