You've been gone for a little over a week. The house is tidier. There have been no arguments, no yelling, no frustrated sighs. Your bedroom door is closed. It hides the mattress and empty dresser.
I want to reach out to you, but I know you don't want me to. I am trying to grasp how you could so completely shut the door on our relationship. I get that I'm not perfect, but neither are you.
Do you even miss me?
In our therapy exercises we are supposed to think of things that make us mad, sad and happy. You are always my sad thought.
I know this is for the best, but I miss you.
Hope you are well.