The Worst Part

Almost 5 years after Bill told me he wants a divorce, the worst part (and the hardest to deal with) is how alone and abandoned I feel.

I hope that once he moves out next summer, I will be able to start to heal, but I am so afraid that I will be too broken by then. I keep telling myself that I managed to get through the last 4 years, that compared to that, nine months are easy, but it feels like the walls are closing in, and there is no light at the end of that particular tunnel.

Nine months, six of them with my parents. I can do it, right? Right?

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