Redheaded Stranger
Silver Member
Okay, I knew it was going to happen. He's in a horrible place mentally right now and he told me that he was going to move his things out. But he said he'd call first. Ironically, I'd had a pretty good day. The veil of grief seemed to have lifted somewhat...at least until I got home. Came in the back and put dinner on the stove and then walked into the living room. And it was gone. Most of his things are gone. I guess he'll be back tomorrow for the rest but he said he'd call first and I had a few things I was hoping to say to try to get him to stay. But it is gone and I can't quit shaking. It is a deep shake coming from somewhere inside of me and I can't stop it. I'm not cold but I'm shaking. I'm not crying but it now seems so real. I don't want him to go but I can't "reach" him. There is this wall up between him and everything else and .....I think I'm going to be sick.