It's taken more than a year for me to be able to drive into my old neighborhood -- our old neighborhood (all three of us) -- without having it hurt.
This evening, running ahead of schedule to pick up Wolfling from her dad, I drove north to pick up a treat and was broadsided by memories:
- The diner where I had my first and last meal with
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I'd certainly like to hear more of your story, if/when you feel like sharing. Feel free to send a message through the LJ message system if you don't want to post publically.
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*hugs*
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