Today started off somewhat okay, just okay. I had plans with great friends. My hair still looked good and I had gotten new nail polish. We can't share a bed, and I woke up alone, and sometimes I do notice it. We're no longer together, I heard you, but haven't divided up all the property. We have to fix the house before we sell it - but we're separate even on fixing the actual house - all separate projects. Separate and sharing space. I'm doing what I'm supposed to with the moving on. And sometimes I can just keep myself busy enough to keep the sadness away. But right now, I am sad. I prefer angry, which is way more productive projectwise. I don't get to pick right now, which shows up when. But, today the great friends and I went shopping, and I saw all the things that would make our home look so nice. Then the sting, the prick, I remembered WE no longer have a home. We have property that needs to be fixed to sell - but not a home.
So, today I am sad. I no longer have my love, my friend, and I am homeless.