It's a bitter sweet moment. I was at the house last night getting a few more things, and it was almost empty. I walked into my both of my daughters rooms... envisioning the happy moments of rocking them to sleep, playing on their floor -- the lost future of them becoming teenagers and slamming their doors when they get upset at me (lol). So much feels wasted. I am healing relatively well, but this feel like a punch in the gut. My STBXW seems like she couldn't be happier.