Day 0: Today he moved out.
I have been crying for the last few days. Splitting plates, cups, bowls, towels, toilet paper, etc, etc into two. I have vowed not to help him pack at all. But I did help finally. I guess this is my final kindness and gift to him, to part kindly.
Now the house feels very empty. The place where he used to sit is empty. The place where his cup was, is empty.
The place I held him in my heart is empty. There is a big hole in my heart. I feel my heart is broken.
We had been through this so many times already, many separations. And this is really final. The final separation.
I had not imagined that when this day comes, it will be so painful. My heart hurts.
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