I wake up to the sounds of a quiet house. It has taken all of twenty four hours but finally my benumbed brain connects to reality. Last night, EJ and I split up officially. It was very amicable –  no shouting, no crying, no theatrics –  just two adults recognizing that the time to end our tenuous grip on each other and move on had come. It is a strange place to be. We’re still friends, we intend to keep the lines of communication open, but our nine months of being official have  ended. Now that reality has hit, I feel like a large, gaping hole has been torn in my very existence.

Life moves on, and we soldier on, but I suspect that life, may just never be the same again…