She goes back tomorrow. I just had to go out for a drive so that I could have a proper ugly cry. She’s really happy - she spent all the time in her room with the door shut chatting to uni friends or her sister, or out and about and staying with local friends. I thought eventually we’d have a proper catch up and a bit of a giggle, but she leaves early tomorrow and she’s up in her room with the door shut playing songs with her sister. She’s been nice enough I guess but never wanted to do anything together the way we always did until September. I’d never let her see, but the last time I sobbed the way I did today was after a late miscarriage. It feels like something really heavy has fallen over in my chest. Where do I start feeling happy she’s finding her tribe and new life and stop feeling bereft?