My sheets don't smell right.
It's too hot.
I can hear Joshua snoring. It doesn't sound like Steve snoring.
The window is open and I can hear the cars driving by.
This bed is so small. And every time I reach out, there's no one there to cuddle up to.
This isn't my blanket. Well, our blanket.
Why can't I get comfortable?
Oh, that's right. Because this isn't my bed and this isn't my home.
That's right, this is my reality now. I forgot there for a second.
It's too hot.
I can hear Joshua snoring. It doesn't sound like Steve snoring.
The window is open and I can hear the cars driving by.
This bed is so small. And every time I reach out, there's no one there to cuddle up to.
This isn't my blanket. Well, our blanket.
Why can't I get comfortable?
Oh, that's right. Because this isn't my bed and this isn't my home.
That's right, this is my reality now. I forgot there for a second.
Sending warm hugs <3
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this post in so many ways . . . Been there, done that, felt that.
ReplyDeletePlease know that it will get better in time. You are strong enough to get through this; just take it one day at a time and spend that time looking forward, not back.
love you aubrey. I understand and have been there too. You are strong and will get through this. xxoo
ReplyDeleteI hope you decided together who would move out and who would stay. It's only fair that you get to keep some of your things that were once both of yours, to feel more at ease.
ReplyDeleteLove to you friend.
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