I have a harder time lately, finding words that mean anything to type out.
Two and a half years now since she passed.
Just over a year since my husband and I split up.
Almost nine months since my roomate moved in.
I don’t think about her non stop anymore and cry less frequently. This makes me feel sort of lost because even though I felt sad, I felt so close to her.
I’m glad my husband and I separated. I didn’t realize how unhappy I was until we finally split up. Something about being told that you are hated and the worst mistake of someone’s life (more than once) makes it easier to walk away.
Having this person move in has been one of the best things to happen to me in about a decade, I finally feel alive again, as though not all of me passed away when she did.
That’s all I have for now.