Remembering

The day that I left my ex-boyfriend's house was horribly, heart-wrenchingly sad.  I remember waking up and calling my sister to tell her that I needed more boxes.  I told her about the drama from the night before.  I couldn't leave the house because my ex-boyfriend's son was sleeping and I was the only one there with him. 

My brother and sister-in-law dropped off some plastic totes.  Then, my sister showed up with boxes and coffee.  I was told that we were packing everything up and getting everything out by that night.  I don't really remember much about the packing.  I remember shoving clothes into garbage bags and handing the bags to my sister-in-law.  I remember yelling at my sister when she told me that I needed to stop being nice to my ex.  I remember someone taking my two dogs to the car and hearing my ex-boyfriend's dog crying, almost screaming, because I was leaving him behind. 

I remember sitting in a car while my sister went inside a drug store to buy me a toothbrush.  I didn't know where my old one had ended up once everything was packed.  My sister came out with a new toothbrush, some fuzzy socks and an iced tea for me.  

I remember being so very sad and heartbroken.

I remember crying to my mom later that night and telling her that I just wanted to go "home".

I remember having nightmares and waking up to a feeling of crushing sadness. 

I remember feeling overwhelmed by the kindness of everyone who had a hand in getting me out of that house and into my new apartment the following Monday.  

Now, nine months later, I am so grateful to be where I ended up.

Thank you, family.