H moved out a year ago today. The first year is supposed to be the hardest isn't it?
So that means that from now on it will get easier right?
On one hand I'm really proud of myself but on the other hand seeing families makes me cry.
I don't know, it's just such a weird feeling, thinking that it's been a whole year since my entire life crumbled in front of my eyes.
It feels like it's all gone by in a blur.
I need a good old MN kick up the arse I think. I've had a year to sort myself out, now I need to move on. I just wish I knew how.