When the last kid left our home and as we began walking through our hell all those months. We decided on 2 things.
First, as soon as we could we would leave this apartment… which will take at least one more year because life has a way of intervening in our efforts.
Second, we would take back our living space for ourselves. So, instead of an empty bedroom haunted by the ghosts of the kid’s memories… we first gave ourselves a walk-in closet with a bed. Then, we found a stationary bike and got other equipment to help with therapy and other exercises.
Tonight, we sold the bed and moved my heavy bag that was simply collecting dust into the room.
We are reclaiming the life we always should have had in this space and while we are here, that feels good.
Indomitable Bellatrix 