Family parting life

Leaving Things Behind

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Instead, in December, I asked my husband for a separation. We would stay in St. Louis. Family members sheltered us with space and with love.

We enrolled our kids in the local schools.I moved from one day to another in a kind of blur, a haze of unknowing, letting myself realize slowly that going back was not an option.It never is, but we keep trying.A month ago, the kids and I moved into an apartment.

It is a small, cozy nest, furnished by many gifts and a few secondhand purchases. I keep a keen eye on what comes through the door, what is allowed to take up space here.I measure carefully.It’s painful to realize what does not belong to you.

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