Eight Months

Eight months of solitude,
of living alone,
sleeping alone,
crying alone,
being alone.
I see your face twice a week
and sometimes more
but it’s not the same face,
the same smile,
that it used to be.
At least once a day I ask myself
if I made the right decision,
and I envy you
because you know I did
and you’re grateful
that I made it for you.
I’ll be grateful when
the papers are signed
and I can no longer allow myself
the fantasy that you are changed
and that you still love me,
my husband,
my children’s father,
my ex.
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I'm Heather, a married mama of two teen girls, a stillborn baby girl (7/1/12), and a sweet and wild preschool girl (4/2/14). I've been blogging at The Destiny Manifest since 2001. I like to write about appreciating all of the beautiful little things that surround us, particularly in the face of grief, infant loss and mental health issues. Every day is an adventure!

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