It's been 2 months since the ripping-a-bandaid-off-at-high-speed ending of my relationship.
Does it hurt in the split second after the bandaid is removed? Because it bloody well hurts in the moments after.
I've been on auto-pilot until today. Just getting on with getting on and thinking of the million ways I could see the silver lining. And then I revisited this post on the blog of the darling, inimitable Sas. And, for only the second time since he left, I cried that cry; the one that leaves my stomach hurting, my face red and swollen, the one that gets the toxic ick out.
But this is good, right? It's good to grieve, to lament the loss of dreams and a whole world. Right?