I Travel Alone

Dear (soon to be ex) Husband

Memories in Boxes

"It's a process."... I keep telling myself that. 

It's easy to become overwhelmed when I am surrounded by boxes of memories. Memories that I must unpack one moment at a time.

Letters from my Grandmother, my brother, my dear friends. Birthday and anniversary cards in my husband's handwriting. Some of them saying "you are the love of my life", "every year with you becomes more wonderful", "I love you more now than when you were younger", "you are the most beautiful women to me", "you are an amazing mom and wife"... 

Pictures of us from our first Christmas. Pictures celebrating of our first daughter's birth and so many more, we were such proud parents. 

I know we are not supposed to live in the past. Looking at all those pictures and the smiles we had on our faces. The little bits of joy we shared. We had a life together, we had created a little family together. 

In spite of all the hurt and anger we had in the end, my heart hurts the most deepest pain from seeing everything that we can no longer have.