My Bedroom

I woke up today and couldn’t figure out why I felt sad. I felt weepy. I expressed this to my roommate, Wendy and she said, “Could it be because you are moving out the bedroom you shared with your partner of 17 years?”

As soon as she said that I started to cry. Duh. Duh. Duh. How did I miss that? How did I not realize this would be an issue? How did I not prepare for it?

Therefore it was a rough day for me as I moved out of the master bedroom. Moving out of it meant another ending. It is not OUR bedroom anymore, now I have a new bedroom, my bedroom. I had several meltdowns.

Wendy is here for me. She always brings hugs to help me through the meltdowns. She helps me to keep going. Extremely grateful for all the amazing people in my life to help me through the every day of grief.