The darkest day is nearly done. The bags are packed, sorry the bin bags are packed and off he goes.
Inside I feel hollow. Yes, that is an appropriate word, hollow. Hollowed out by cruel words and expectations not met and rejection. Words that cannot be taken back, messages sent to a heart no longer listening.
The hour is quiet, the rain falls and in this comfortable life that has been ripped apart by one selfish act must change forever. Nothing is safe.
Sleeping children, the peace they bring and the realisation that I am stronger than I believed. I will rebuild this life for us, and face the world as three instead of four.
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