He moved out five months ago today.
Five months ago I cried easily, even at work. I’ve never done that, even after finding out about the affairs.
Going out at night by myself was weird, and I worried a lot about getting lost.
I worried a lot about money.
I hated eating alone.
I filled up my Saturday nights so I didn’t sit home alone.
What a difference five months makes.
Going out at night is fine – I meet friends for dinner, run errands, all that – at night and alone.
Today I spent 15 minutes at the grocery store thinking about what I was going to eat for my dinner tonight. Alone. And I looked forward to eating it.
I turn down offers for Saturday nights if I want to. Sometimes I need a little down time – even on Saturday.
And I haven’t cried in months.
How far I’ve come.
(I still worry about money, though).
Can’t wait to see what another five months bring.