I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. I haven’t eaten a whole lot since yesterday because food just doesn’t taste good anymore. Part of me is missing and I don’t feel whole. I can’t do anything without being reminded of him. I’m forced to drive past his house all of the time because we live in the same neighborhood. I drive past his place of work nearly every other day. I can’t go through Netflix without seeing movies and shows that we would watch together or seeing things that we would have watched for date night. I can’t even watch a Nicolas Cage movie because we would joke about him all of the time.If a Mazda drives by, it’s like another punch to the stomach.
I cried myself to sleep and I probably will tonight too. I’ve cried for nearly a day and a half straight. I’m missing my partner in crime. I’m not looking forward to spending nights and weekends on my own like I used to.