I just came to say that it gets easier with time. 1 year ago the ex drove off in her AP’s car. She left behind rubbish, but also things like baby pictures and cute notebooks the girls made in elementary school.

Staying in the house has been harder than I thought. I feel like the last year has been me editing the same chapter, not writing the new one, but the grass looks greener and the sky a deeper blue.

Shout out to all the men who work tirelessly and quietly towards a better future.