My stbxw and I have been separated for the last month or more now. She finally came over with some of her friends and her new boyfriend and took her things to go. It was really hard for me to see her leave.

Yes. I'm thankful and somewhat happy imagining her trying to lift and move some of the furniture that is super heavy up 4 flights of stairs. I'm glad I didn't have to do that... But it felt really real. I wish all the bad things she has done would make me furious with her. I'd like to say I'm no longer in love with her anymore but that wouldn't be true.

I woke up this morning and just started crying. I haven't cried for a while but I couldn't stop myself. I miss her and this is the worst feeling. Ever. I hate how real this is.