I don’t know the correct way to start this one.
I’ve deleted the opening possibly a hundred times, if not more.
Every sentence feels,
Like a labour.
Every sentence, a sentence.
I started digging this little hole in the internet, precisely because I knew this moment was coming.
The hopes would be that by the time we get here, I’d be in a better place.
And you know what?
I think I am.
I wish, I so desperately wish that being confident about that helped, hell, maybe it has helped.
But it doesn’t stop the pain.
The fear that;
There are no more good days coming.
My partner and I, we have had 10 years together as of February 2019.
Today, that resolutely ends.
Because today, I’m moving out.
Forgive me, but I think that’s all the strength I have to spare.