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Finality
This time last year, I was preparing to move out of the home that my ex and I shared. We didn’t live together for very long, but we were together for a few years and gave it a good try. Our breakup was bitter and there were a lot of hurt feelings and through the last year, we’ve made somewhat of an attempt to stay friends.
In 2 weeks I will move in with my partner and as I prepare for moving into a new and exciting phase of life, today I had to go collect a few things that were still dangling in the old life. As I entered the house we once shared, it was empty and barren. I walked through each empty room and remembered how much hope I had for us moving into that house and was sad to think how quickly it fell apart. It wasn’t anyones fault. It just was what it was. In the corner was a pile of my things. I picked them up and took a deep breath and bid farewell to that life. The finality nestled into my heart and as painful as it was a year ago, today I walked away from the house that was once ours and felt a happiness in my heart because going through that was what got me here.
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