All the walls are bare. Most of the furniture is gone. Kids are sobbing that mommy isn't here anymore (even though it's 50/50). I'm excited to redecorate, but my god is this ever heart breaking. Aside from living at home with my parents, I've only ever lived with her. My head is a mess. I know I need to let go, but I'm clinging to every memory we've shared over the last 15 years. I'm so alone and it's terrifying losing my best friend.