I can recall vividly each time she left and then came back to grab her things with her mother. Such a dreadful feeling of finality.
You’ve survived Smilie. Yes, it hurts like hell, but you just jumped another hurdle.
Now you can truly start to detach now and not have to look at her things in the house. It will sting for a while and then you will start to create a new routine and start to feel settled again.
Just the fact that you didn’t fall apart when she was there will leave a lasting impression on her. You’re not easily forgotten, and you displayed strength.
I truly believe that through adversity, we grow. And growth can be painful. Feel your pain and process it, and then rise from the ashes like a effin’ Phoenix!
Your life isn’t over, it’s just starting. And you will find strength that you never knew you had.
