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This morning Mr. Franck and I went grocery shopping together for the last time before I move out.

Then we went to couples counseling and talked about my move next week - something we haven’t actually talked about on our own. Then we went out for lunch and talked about the timing and logistics of the move itself.

He said “I’d rather not be there - if that’s okay.” and I felt like my insides had been scooped out and replaced with ice water.

Then somehow we ended up walking around Macys looking at dishes and coffeemakers for my apartment. 

I knew this was going to be difficult, but I had no idea it would feel so brutal. 

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  1. forestine said: <3
  2. nicky36 said: I wish I could give you a hug.
  3. smartgrrrl said: xoxoxo
  4. inmi said: It IS brutal, from someone who’s recently been through it. Anyway, I’m still kinda in the midst of it - so if you need an ear, vent away.
  5. lnthefade said: xoxox
  6. wifeoftj said: Hugs. Also, this sounds like a scene from a Woody Allen movie. I love you.
  7. briliantlyfreakish said: What are you going to do if you don’t keep his last name? You’ll have to change ALL your user names!
  8. sblaufuss said: That’s the hump. You’re on the other side, now.
  9. cattyfantastic said: Ah, honey.
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  11. filenotfoundwebsitenotfound said: :-( I’m here if you need to talk.
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