As I gingerly opened the back door, I worried about what I would find. I picked my way over the glass. Silence permeated through the flat.
An sharp intake of breath as I saw the extent of the damage. Mainly superficial. Mainly “things”. But memories, lying there, smashed on the floor.
I picked up my bag, quickly packed a couple of things and let myself out.
EDIT: To clear things up. Sadly, it wasn’t strangers who did this. It was N. It’s all over.
So sorry! How dreadful. I’ve had that happen to me as well and know how intrusive it can feel – how DARE they break into your home and mess with your stuff. Stuff that is valueless to them, but means everything to you.
Hope you’re OK.
Ah gosh that’s awful. I hope you see that you’re better off without someone who has it in them to do that! Hugs.
Very sorry. Writing on the wall etc etc cry for help etc etc time to move on rhubarb rhubarb plent of other fish lifes too short you deserve better than this etc etc things can only get better….sorry.
Really sorry to hear your news.
But – having been in your position – I’m sure that it will be the best move for you in the end.
Will be thinking of you.
D x
Oh I’m sorry xx
Thats horrible, thinking of you…
I’m so sorry Nutty. I hope its for the best?
Sorry to hear that. My guess is it’s been a long time coming. Hold tight x
Jo is right. It was only a matter of time. Please be kind to yourself.
Its very bad and only time heals these things. On the bright side you may lose weight!!
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I’m so, so very sorry to hear. I think it’s for the best that you are leaving though. His well-being can’t all fall on your shoulders — he has to want to do better, and it doesn’t sound like he does.
Please take care of yourself, and if you need someone, I’m only a chat or e-mail away.
Oh my God! Pole really. It’s not good to be with somebody like that, walking out was indeed the best thing you could do. Was there anything that triggered this or did it come all of a sudden and unexpected?
ouch. i’m sorry. i’ve been there. Hugs to you. i’ll be thinking of you.
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