Wednesday was a nightmare especially when I got home from work. When I walked in the door, all of my daughter's stuff that was packed in boxes were all in the living room. That took the breath out of me and I got all emotional but tried to keep my composure. My ex hubby told her that he was going to pick her up between 830 to 9. So all night, I tried to make it as much fun for all of us..we danced to music videos on TV, played a board game (epic fail because my 4 year old kept messing it up), and just talked as a family. Around 10 PM, they still hadnt came but my daughter told me that they were soon here. My hubby heard the doorknob turn and was ready to attack my ex hubby for not knocking but it was my brother (he had plans to stay overnight to go to an appt the next day anyway). Then just a minute after my brother arrived, my ex hubby's girlfriend arrived. No sign of him anywhere..she said that he couldnt manuvear the moving van in my neighborhood so my hubby and my brother took the boxes to her car. When she finally said bye, I broke down.
Thursday was very very difficult. For the first time in my life, I had a near panic attack and it happened at work but I made it through the day.
Now, I am doing better..laughing and doing things but with a void in my heart. I just have to learn to live with it.