The day was full of boxes and masking tape but for the first time packing was separate, each of us sorting what was ours.
Neither of us are people that give up but we knew a chapter had closed; we both wanted to be able to remember our story fondly so "the end" seemed appropriate. Anger, hurt, resentment. It's all there but unimportant for the time being.
I used to think we were living on love but love is not always enough. I would give anything if it was.
"I love you guys," he said one last time before he turned to leave. My tears blurred his red face from my vision.
The door shut and I whispered, "I wish it was enough."
Just like that - it was over.
This will be my last post for a while. I need to figure out how to balance providing for my son with picking up the pieces of my heart. Please check in - I'll be poking in around Twitter and Facebook when I can.
Thank you for your support and friendship.