J
It's amazing how little things can be like a fresh wound to the heart. I offered a bed and dresser to my husband a few weeks ago. Today I packed all the stuff up and delivered it. I thank God that my good friend was able to help because the emotional burden is just too much to do alone. My husband and I are divorcing for reasons of abuse and non-repentance. So far it's going well. I keep myself at a safe distance from him because he's volatile and could be dangerous. I come back to my apartment today and it just seems empty. I think it was only a few days ago that I realized just how alone I am. I'm thankful that God is always with me in spirit, but because I live alone and now am not working, I am physically alone a lot. It just hit me a few days ago that he's not coming back. Today is just one more tearing, and it hurts.