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.