So Long
So Long London This is it—just a few more weeks, and it’s done. I’m moving out and moving on. While I know this is what needs to happen, the reality of it is hitting me hard. Although the marriage ended years ago, I find myself questioning whether it ever truly began. I remember the good times in the beginning, and thinking we were meant to be together. But were we really? How can you act like you're completely invested in the relationship one moment and then completely toss it aside when something “better” comes along? How can you leave without even a backward glance? How can someone lack the compassion to provide the love that’s so obviously needed during the hard times? For at least half of our time together, I felt completely left out—excluded from my own marriage. How does that even happen? I know it's time to go but it's hard to just walk out the door of the house I've lived in for nearly 20 years—the home where my girls grew up, where I read with them, cuddled t...