Day one

It wound up being a much more difficult night than I thought it would.  I cried till I made myself sick and passed out a couple of hours before I had to get up for work.  So far, though, this morning's been the hardest.  I guess I thought I'd wake up, and everything would be the way it was, but there he was, sleeping in the other room.  Felt like curling into ball and dieing.  There have been moments throughout th day that I've checked out for a bit.

It's not the end of the world, but for at least a few seconds at a time it feels like it.

This too shall pass.  I just hope it hurries.