I’ve lost my best friend. Not lost, really.
I left. The hard thing is,
I felt like I had no choice but to leave.
A marriage takes more than being best friends. But to actually make the decision and leave, to decide that
we each deserve “more” …. So sad
to see all our future dreams gone, even if we didn’t share those dreams
anymore.
Made slightly easier by the fact that I was “doing” – I was
the one moving, finding an apartment, scouring Craigslist for bunkbeds. He was at home, seeing his life
dismantled, his wife packing, leaving – having to put a good face on things for
the girls.
Throughout the day, I think about his pain and it stops me
cold. I wonder how he is, but
cannot ask. Space. Give him space.
Sip tea in my blue mug…
I am so sorry. That is, whether it was for the best or not, or anything like that, it is still a loss. It still stings. Please be kind to yourself during this.
ReplyDeleteSorry I just saw this. What Briosogirl said. I couldn't do better.
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