So here it is, on the other side of an eternity. My life has been packed away into brown cardboard boxes, placed neatly on shelves and lined up in closets. Here I am on the other side of tomorrow. I survived with my feet still firmly planted on the ground. I won't say that my heart didnt break into a thousand pieces when he left...because it did. I sat in the doorway of my new place and watched as he turned to me for he last time and waved goodbye. Those last moments, the last kiss, the last embrace, it was just an emotional week and as he stood there it came to a pinnacle. It was done. The life that I had so long fought for was over. Now its just the two of us. I am just another sad statistic. One of the billions of single moms who wasted years of her life on a man who promised her the stars and brought her tears. My place is cozy and quaint. Everything is set up to my liking and nobody elses. It does feel like home, I will say that. The lonlieness i feel though is overpowering. It suffocates me in ways I cannot explain. My bed instead of a sanctuary has become my coffin. Its so hard to lie down knowing comforting arms will never await me again. I don't sleep. I stare off into the darkness and wonder, when will it all go away. I am frustrated beyond belief with this life. They say the strong never fall and are tried the most...well I am so DONE being tried, measured, tested and weighed!! What must a woman do to be seen? What must she do to be heard? What must she do to have but ONE person see her?! I'm here....hello? "Ay me, sad hours seem long"