So tomorrow is the big day, & I don’t mean what one would normally mean when referring to “the big day”, we aren’t magically back together & getting married, quite the opposite in fact, tomorrow is the big day in that he moves out.
That’s right after a whirlwind 6 weeks of heartbreak, anger, hurt, sorrow, raging fury, depression, a river of tears, hatred & countless moments of gut wrenching agony, as of sometime tomorrow afternoon I will be officially alone.
Alone & living in a townhouse filled with memories of the guy I truly believed I was going to marry & who I loved with all the love I had in me, always have, always did, always will.
And everything finally caught up with me this morning, I was late for work because I could not stop crying, not just a few tears, but sitting on the bathroom floor uncontrollably sobbing my heart out, because it dawned on me that it’s over, like really over, like he is moving out in less than 24 hours over.
And if this morning is anything to go by, I hate to think what it’s going to be like tomorrow, when I actually have to do the one thing I thought I would never have to, & that’s say goodbye to him.