Idk why I'm posting this - I guess because I just want to commiserate and share in the pain of everyone who has gone through this, going through it, or about to go through it.

The empty rooms are the worst of it. The echo in the rooms that used to belong to her feels like losing my best friend all over again.

I asked my therapist where it all went wrong. She reminded me that abandoning myself was never going to work. It makes sense in my head; it doesn't help ease the pain I feel now.

I know this will pass. I don't know how. But I have to believe this will pass, and that I'll fill these empty rooms with my own happiness soon. But tonight, I'm sleeping with the ghost of my broken marriage.