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This morning I got up around 8:30. That is late for me, even on weekends I am up usually by 7:00.
At any rate, this morning was the first time I really shed tears over Dan leaving. Even though we had talked about the split for a couple of years, actually seeing it happen was painful.
I was used to coming down the stairs and rousing Dan off the sofa to take me out to breakfast. Every Sunday. I looked forward to it so I could get some time alone with him away from the house, work, family. A good neutral territory. Sometimes we would talk about our problems, but mostly it was just small talk.
This morning I came down stairs, and the sofa was just like I left it. A throw pillow neatly tucked at each end of the sofa, and a blanket thrown over the back. I shuffled into the kitchen and made coffee. Gathered some laundry and got it going. I turned on a tear jerker of a movie on Turner Classic Movies which didn't help at all.
I look out a window facing the street and snowflakes lazily drift down from the sky, about an inch is on everything. So pretty. I idly think I should ask Dan to go to the shed in the back yard and bring around the snow shovel and salt for the sidewalk. Oh wait. No. I will have to do it myself.
Anyway. Christmas is in twenty days. I think today I will get out the Christmas decorations.
At any rate, this morning was the first time I really shed tears over Dan leaving. Even though we had talked about the split for a couple of years, actually seeing it happen was painful.
I was used to coming down the stairs and rousing Dan off the sofa to take me out to breakfast. Every Sunday. I looked forward to it so I could get some time alone with him away from the house, work, family. A good neutral territory. Sometimes we would talk about our problems, but mostly it was just small talk.
This morning I came down stairs, and the sofa was just like I left it. A throw pillow neatly tucked at each end of the sofa, and a blanket thrown over the back. I shuffled into the kitchen and made coffee. Gathered some laundry and got it going. I turned on a tear jerker of a movie on Turner Classic Movies which didn't help at all.
I look out a window facing the street and snowflakes lazily drift down from the sky, about an inch is on everything. So pretty. I idly think I should ask Dan to go to the shed in the back yard and bring around the snow shovel and salt for the sidewalk. Oh wait. No. I will have to do it myself.
Anyway. Christmas is in twenty days. I think today I will get out the Christmas decorations.