March 8th

It's two weeks away. I'm trying not to freak out but I can feel the stress creeping up on me. My life will never be the same after March 8th. It will be better, sure, but not the same. And it's the unknown that's killing me. The forced independence. The loneliness. Not having the man I've shared every waking moment of the last nine years with around to talk to.

I know I'll be fine eventually. It's the first few days I'm scared of the most.

14 days left.