@detdet sadly I do remember most of it. I don't think I will ever be able to forget. I almost wish I could because it is incredibly hard to even think about. Tbh I have not really spoken about that day to anyone since it happened.
My parents came to pick them up so I had to pack up their things for them to take with. There was limited space in the car so they couldn't take everything. A lot of toys and clothes I had to give away afterwards. I remember loading the car up with boxes.
I wanted to cry the whole time but I didn't want the dcs to see me upset because I thought it would upset them. I tried to just be as light and breezy as possible and tried to make it into a positive thing for them. Inside I was screaming. I told myself that I had to pretend, just until they were on their way, then I could fall apart. I would not do it in front of them. I didn't want them with that mental image of their mother so distraught. I held it together. They were ok about it all actually and didn't seem upset. I told them I would see them again very soon (which I did a few weeks later).
I don't remember much of that day after they left. I remember dp was with me and we just got in the car and drove. I don't remember where we went. I didn't cry, for some reason. I felt like I couldn't, like something in me had died. I just felt like I was just made of stone.
The days after were very difficult. I was receiving housing benefit, having had to give up my job, but I knew I wouldn't be eligible for anything once the dc left so I had found a new, smaller place to move to with dp. My LL was lovely and had allowed me to paint the dcs bedrooms but I had to put it all back to neutral whites before I left so in the few days I had there before we moved I had to paint over it all. I had a mural from their favourite Disney movies in each of their rooms and obviously I had to take them down. That was when it really hit me and I stood in their empty rooms and just sobbed my heart out. It completely broke me. After that I really couldn't wait to leave, I couldn't bear being there anymore.
I couldn't stand the silence in the house either, it was always so noisy before and I cannot stand silence to this day. It rings in my ears so I always have to have something on in the background.
I didn't think I would ever be able to get through it at first, I felt like I would never be happy again, and if I did I would be a terrible person because I couldn't possibly go on living and enjoy anything about life without them.