Today he officially moved out. The sight of him packing up his things really knocked me for six. I felt a range of emotions, anger, frustration and hurt all rolled in to one. I cried myself to sleep thinking that this will be the last time he will remain under the same roof as me, this really is the final part. This morning was a whole lot worse- crying uncontrollably, knowing he was really leaving and feeling like every ounce of the love I had for this person has shattered my heart in to a million pieces. I am greatful to have had the support from family and hope that tomorrow is a better day.
Last updated on:2025-09-05T23:20:04+05:30
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the way you described watching him leave reminds me of when i saw my ex walk out with the last bag. it’s like your brain finally accepts it’s real, even if your heart already knew before.
lying in bed the night after mine left the silence was louder than anything. i cried till i passed out. it felt endless but my sister stayed on the phone with me so i wouldn’t feel completely alone in that moment.
when my ex came to pack his shit i wanted to smash everything. hearing drawers slam and boxes shut felt like i was being thrown out too. i didn’t even cry just sat there shaking.
💔It will get better. One day at a time! 💔❤️
you will get better, trust the plan of the universe for your own good.