My daughter and her fiance moved out and my house is just a house right now – not a home. I miss their youth and laughter and the way they forced me to be spontaneous. I’m too sad to write.
*Hugs* It will get better. I think. In all fairness though, I can’t promise that, because when my last child moved out I did the cha cha in the middle of the living room. I love my kids but they nearly killed me.
It’s a big change. Be kind to yourself and let the experience do what it will do. The other side can be good too. Blessings, sweetie.
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