Today is going to be rough. B moves out today, and I go home to an empty living room tonight. I'm trying to be strong and stay angry and hating him but I'm just sad and I miss him. This sucks, this really really really sucks.
I know I have my new purse, and my new dishes, and my couch is coming on Friday, and some of that retail therapy has actually made me feel better for a time. But those things are just bandaids. They don't make the actual pain feel any better.