And just like that, he's gone. I hugged him as hard as I could without crushing him and I watched him as he rode down our driveway. I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it would come this soon. I also didn't think I would take it this bad. What a fool I was.
Our half of the summer, with Jr. in our possession is over, at least according to the rules of Divorce Land. Ugh. How will I manage falling asleep tonight, without knowing that he is safely tucked in his bed? How will I wake up in the morning, knowing that I won't see his still sleeping frame, burrowed under the covers, in the bed as I walk by? I know this sounds dramatic, but this is the first summer he has been with us, half time. For reasons outside of our control. I know this isn't goodbye forever, but Monday seems like such a long time away. Our visitation is going to go back to normal: Monday/Wednesday/Every other weekend. It is going to take some time getting used to something that used to be so normal. Now normal just seems wrong and I'm not even done with day one yet. What's a girl to do?
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