My stomach is in knots. I re-arranged the bedroom last night, and bagged half of his clothes that was left behind. Today after my early morning shift, I came home and stated boxing the stuff off his desk. It's killing me, accepting the end. After I cleared his desk, my daughter walks in and said "Mommy, you need to put daddy's Optimus back on the desk. Because it's his..for when he comes home."...and now I'm in tears. I said "but daddy's not here, baby.." she said "..he'll come back..". and I said I would.
I kept asking for guidance, strength, to show him his way back if he's meant to be with us.
..but I don't think he will.
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