Sinking in

I'm sad today. This is the first time in 2 years that we've gone 24 hours without speaking to each other. I know I need to start getting used to it.

It probably won't really hit me until he's actually gone; when I open the closet and his clothes are not there. When all traces of him have disappeared. And yes, it's for the best, we know this. But that doesn't mean I won't have some sadness and anxiety over the whole thing.

I just feel sick.