One of life's stories..
Sitting in my bed after the kids went to sleep. I had a quick look around the room. Nothing was different, but everything has changed. It's a mixture of feelings. The room feels bigger, more comfortable, and quieter, yet it also gives a pinch of bitterness and sorrow. Holding my cup of tea in my hands so tight trying to feel warm, I looked at the door. I was able to imagine him coming in with his laptop; I was able to feel his presence. I even smelled his perfume. It's weird how the mind is able to register all these things. And how they reappear when you least expect them to. I had a sip of my tea, then I stared at the walls for a minute. I was trying to test myself. I wanted to see if I’m hurt. I haven't had any emotional breakdown since the divorce, and I just don't think it's right. Tried to remember a good moment. Because the end was ugly, it took me a while to think of one. Then I remembered the first time we went out together. It was...