STBXW sleeps on the couch, paperwork is in process. I’ll be keeping this house and the furniture. What was our bed is now my bed.

But I only use half. “her” half isn’t hers any more. But sliding over feels like cheating. like an encroachment. Part of me is still hoping she’ll come to bed late, try not to wake me, and that I’ll feel the warmth of her body next to mine again.

I miss that comfort.